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record, there might be a very good chance." |
Roark smiled. It was not a happy smile, it was not a grateful one. It was a |
simple, easy smile and it was amused. |
"I don’t think you understood me," said Roark. "What made you suppose that I |
want to come back?" |
"Eh?" |
"I won’t be back. I have nothing further to learn here." |
"I don’t understand you," said the Dean stiffly. |
"Is there any point in explaining? It’s of no interest to you any longer." |
"You will kindly explain yourself." |
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"If you wish. I want to be an architect, not an archeologist. I see no purpose |
in doing Renaissance villas. Why learn to design them, when I’ll never build |
them?" |
"My dear boy, the great style of the Renaissance is far from dead. Houses of |
that style are being erected every day." |
"They are. And they will be. But not by me." |
"Come, come, now, this is childish." |
"I came here to learn about building. When I was given a project, its only value |
to me was to learn to solve it as I would solve I a real one in the future. I |
did them the way I’ll build them. I’ve | learned all I could learn here--in |
the structural sciences of which you don’t approve. One more year of drawing |
Italian post cards would give me nothing." ’ |
An hour ago the Dean had wished that this interview would proceed as calmly as |
possible. Now he wished that Roark would display some emotion; it seemed |
unnatural for him to be so quietly natural in the circumstances. |
"Do you mean to tell me that you’re thinking seriously of building that way, |
when and if you are an architect?" |
"Yes." |
"My dear fellow, who will let you?" |
"That’s not the point. The point is, who will stop me?" |
"Look here, this is serious. I am sorry that I haven’t had a long, earnest talk |
with you much earlier...I know, I know, I know, don’t interrupt me, you’ve seen |
a modernistic building or two, and it gave you ideas. But do you realize what a |
passing fancy that whole so-called modern movement is? You must learn to |
understand--and it has been proved by all authorities--that everything beautiful |
in architecture has been done already. There is a treasure mine in every style |
of the past. We can only choose from the great masters. Who are we to improve |
upon them? We can only attempt, respectfully, to repeat." |
"Why?" asked Howard Roark. |
No, thought the Dean, no, he hasn’t said anything else; it’s a perfectly |
innocent word; he’s not threatening me. |
"But it’s self-evident!" said the Dean. |
"Look," said Roark evenly, and pointed at the window. "Can you see the campus |
and the town? Do you see how many men are walking and living down there? Well, I |
don’t give a damn what any or all of them think about architecture--or about |
anything else, for that matter. Why should I consider what their grandfathers |
thought of it?" |
"That is our sacred tradition." |
"Why?" |
"For heaven’s sake, can’t you stop being so naive about it?" |
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"But I don’t understand. Why do you want me to think that this is great |
architecture?" He pointed to the picture of the Parthenon. |
"That," said the Dean, "is the Parthenon." |
"So it is." |
"I haven’t the time to waste on silly questions." |
"All right, then." Roark got up, he took a long ruler from the desk, he walked |
to the picture. "Shall I tell you what’s rotten about it?" |
"It’s the Parthenon!" said the Dean. |
"Yes, God damn it, the Parthenon!" |
The ruler struck the glass over the picture. |
"Look," said Roark. "The famous flutings on the famous columns--what are they |
there for? To hide the joints in wood--when columns were made of wood, only |
these aren’t, they’re marble. The triglyphs, what are they? Wood. Wooden beams, |
the way they had to be laid when people began to build wooden shacks. Your |
Greeks took marble and they made copies of their wooden structures out of it, |
because others had done it that way. Then your masters of the Renaissance came |
along and made copies in plaster of copies in marble of copies in wood. Now here |
we are, making copies in steel and concrete of copies in plaster of copies in |
marble of copies in wood. Why?" |
The Dean sat watching him curiously. Something puzzled him, not in the words, |
but in Roark’s manner of saying them. |
"Rules?" said Roark. "Here are my rules: what can be done with one substance |
must never be done with another. No two materials are alike. No two sites on |
earth are alike. No two buildings have the same purpose. The purpose, the site, |
the material determine the shape. Nothing can be reasonable or beautiful unless |
it’s made by one central idea, and the idea sets every detail. A building is |
alive, like a man. Its integrity is to follow its own truth, its one single |
theme, and to serve its own single purpose. A man doesn’t borrow pieces of his |
body. A building doesn’t borrow hunks of its soul. Its maker gives it the soul |
and every wall, window and stairway to express it." |
"But all the proper forms of expression have been discovered long ago." |
"Expression--of what? The Parthenon did not serve the same purpose as its wooden |
ancestor. An airline terminal does not serve the same purpose as the Parthenon. |
Every form has its own meaning. Every man creates his meaning and form and goal. |
Why is it so important--what others have done? Why does it become sacred by the |
mere fact of not being your own? Why is anyone and everyone right--so long as |
it’s not yourself? Why does the number of those others take the place of truth? |
Why is truth made a mere matter of arithmetic--and only of addition at that? Why |
is everything twisted out of all sense to fit everything else? There must be |
some reason. I don’t know. I’ve never known it. I’d like to understand." |
"For heaven’s sake," said the Dean. "Sit down....That’s better....Would you mind |
very much putting that ruler down?...Thank you....Now listen to me. No one has |
ever denied the importance of modern technique to an architect. We must learn to |
adapt the beauty of the past to the needs of the present. The voice of the past |
is the voice of the people. Nothing has ever been invented by one man in |
architecture. The proper creative process is a slow, gradual, anonymous, |