Scowling, muttering, grumbling among themselves, some U. S. artists paced their studios. They were not merely annoyed; they felt grieved and hurt. On the upper end of Manhattan Island a vast edifice was arising, the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, which had been conceived and financed not solely as a monument to religion, but as a monument to U. S. religion, supported by all creeds and classes, a monument to and by U. S. art, an expression of the nation's creative genius in the 20th Century.
And see what had happened....
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