This is the first paragraph:
For eight months during the winter of 1958 and the spring of 1959, Mark Rothko worked, eight hours daily, on a set of murals he had been commissioned to produced for the Four Seasons restaurant in the new Seagram Building being constructed on Park Avenue, between 52nd and 53rd Streets, in New York City. Designed by Philip Johnson, the Four Seasons was to be an exclusive and expensive restaurant where, in Rothko's words, "the richest bastards in New York will come to feed and show off."
"I accepted this assignment as a challenge, with strictly malicious intentions," Rothko declared. "I hope to paint something that will ruin the appetite of every son of a bitch who ever eats in that room."
God damn. I loved Rothko before. That just intensified it by an order of magnitude.
https://www.amazon.com/Mark-Rothko-Biography-James-Breslin/dp/0226074064
