Went to the Frick for the first time since childhood when worship of the Polish Solider on Horseback was de rigueur.

The delusions of self importance of old man Frick, a mini-Hearst; claustrophobic, one fifth scale Italianate urban villa, pompous, really absurd. Compare to Monticello, same size but such intelligence and light.

Small show of Parmigianino (The Daily News copy editor --where do they get these kids?--wrote in bold headline of Parmagianino thinking of cheese no doubt). Sweet small jewel like paintings very 3-D in effect but the drawings--such an obscurantist delectation. The Leonardo show at the Met last year was even tres difficile to comprehend.