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The fountain was recently renovated and the original zinc sculpture (on view in Visitor Center) has been replaced by this bronze recasting. Neptune is surrounded by bronze lilies which shoot jets high into the air. The foutain is surrounded by white urns, and sits off by itself in a quiet corner.
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By Joan Hackett
"4.15". He jumped up, circled toward the opposite side of the fountain, waggled the green paper above his head. "I'm a writer and translator. French and German. Know any French playwrights?", he challenged. "Molière!" "Racine!", he flung over his shoulder. "Giraudoux!", I shouted at his retreating back. "Schiller!". He'd switched to the Germans. "Brecht!". This seemed to stump him. I persisted, "You're a learned man". "No I'm not. I'm a poet!" "Walt Whitman!", I bellowed across the noisy fountain, but the game was over. My ordinary man had evaporated into thin air. At sunset, going back on the ferry, Manhattan was a golden glow on the horizon and I swear Miss Liberty's torch had burst into flame. WHAT A DAY! (Posted on The Retirees' Newsletter, The Faculty and Librarian Retirees' Association, University of Windsor, Windsor, Canada, Issue #19 -- October, 1996)
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