TUESDAY, JULY 19, 1921. _Mexico City._

The National Museum is only open in the morning, but Mr. Niven and

Professor (of Archaeology) Mena, opened it for me, and spent the

afternoon explaining things to me. It is a place in which one might

spend to advantage every day for two months. It contains a wealth

of revelation. Even the countries that contain Mexican collections

can have no idea of Mexican primitive culture. One _must_ see the

collection in this Museum.

I had just been given a small jade god, which I recognized at once as

being infinitely old and beautiful. Professor Mena knew all about it at

once. It is a “stone of virtue” (Piedra Divertua) and belongs to the

Mixteca civilization, two thousand years ago. It is beautifully carved

and I love it dearly. (Had it a small pointed beard, it would look like

Trotzky!) I did not exaggerate the impression of my former superficial

visit to the Museum. If I was struck by it then, I was overwhelmed

by it today. The more one looks the more one discovers of beauty.

The best things are masterpieces, and two or three of the reliefs are

as beautiful and as well carved and drawn, as any of the most famous

works of art in the world. I say this with perfect confidence. Egyptian

and Assyrian influence with classic Greek designs and a tremendous

suggestion of Chinese, makes one perfectly bewildered as to origin

and tradition. Upstairs among the smaller things there were objects

of such finished beauty that I was silenced even as to expression of

appreciation. I wonder if I am an unusually ignorant person, or whether

I have made a great discovery. I am under the impression that the world

in general does not know much about things Mexican.

Sometimes, I am afraid to trust my own judgment, ... since I discovered

Shakespeare. It was long after my maturity, and I happened to chance

upon “Midsummer Night’s Dream.” I could not put it down until I had

finished it, and then, so thrilled was I, that I rushed to my family

and told them all about it. Perhaps my discovery of Mexico is another

of the world’s Shakespeares, which everyone already knows about

except me. But so enthused am I, and delighted, that I would like to

take Mexico to England, or else bring England to Mexico.... When I

find something interesting I want to share it.... Russia was a thing

to live, this is a thing to see. Not many of my friends would have

cared to live as I loved living, in Russia. But heaps of people would

appreciate the things that are beautiful to see here in Mexico.

No news from Dr. Atl about Popocatapetl but rumor says it is in

eruption. Message through Mr. Malbran, the Argentine Minister, from

President Obregon, inviting me to Chapultepec Castle Sunday night at

9:00 P.M. Message from Mr. de la Huerta, the Minister of Finance,

saying that he has heard and read of the mondaine society by whom I am

being entertained, and that he suggests that in three days, if I am

tired of these people, I go to see him and he will show me “the other

side of Mexico” ... invitation definite for Monday afternoon next.

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