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(This is the second 0/ a series 0/ articles on sculptor)! by William P. Rowley, eminent art authority and horticulturist who astounded and confused the citrus fruit world with his epoch-ma\ing discovery that a tangerine was only an orange disappointed in love.)
THE THINKER, one of the foremost works of the famous French sculptor, Auguste Rodin, often has been interpreted by members of the Windsor tie division of art writers as a portrayal of "the spirit of the father of man, uncultured and primitive, brooding over the mad doings of his children."
If this be the case, as the old farmer said in another story, The Thinker certainly picked a good spot for it. Probably no place else on earth is better qualified to inspire that particular sort of brooding than Paris. Particularly since it has become the haven of leave-celebrating European zone GI's. Even the name itself, honoring a man of such loose-living habits that he offended even the sensuous Greeks, connotes goings-on of the like calculated to give much pause for I thought if a man's mind is turned in such philosophical direction.
Ah, Paris! . . . Beautiful and sensuous city of the Seine! . . . Ah, Paris, in romantic lush of springtime! . . . Ah, Paris,
in the fruitful festiveness of fall! . . . Ah, Paris!
Oh, yes . . . The Thinker . . . No wonder he thinks long, bitter, and brooding thoughts. Who wouldn't, who by the very nature of his eternal immobility, finds himself, as Samuel Goldwyn would put it, included out? And especially if he has those primitive instincts accredited him by art critics to qualify him for the title of "the father of man". He certainly didn't win that championship just sitting there thinking.
Those who seek to read some sort of a moral into Rodin's masterpiece overlook the highly evident fact that The Thinker is getting no place rapidly. Insofar as achievement is concerned he might as well be renamed Futility. After years and years of thinking all he does is to continue to sit there and think, with neither change of expression nor posture. In fact, it is doubtful if he would look up even if Marlene Deitrich should pass by when the wind was blowing. That