One of the century's great composers makes his home in Hollywoodsurrounded by the film colony, but no part of it. His presence sometimes makes film makers a little uneasy; maybe they're missing something. Every so often the word goes out to Igor Stravinskyan austere, fastidious and independent little manthat a movie mogul wishes to see him.
One day Producer Sam Goldwyn, who buys only the best labels, summoned Stravinsky, and asked him to write the music for a picture on Russia. The conversation went something like this:
Goldwyn: How can you write...