#2703: Willa Cather to Alfred A. Knopf, August 15 [1938]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Dear Alfred1;

It was very cheering to see a blue envelope from you in the thrice-a-week mail. I like your new office stationary3 very much. Here2, also, the weather has been very bad—bad for humans but good for vegetation. My flowers grow so fast and bloom so hard I can’t keep up with them. Most of the time this island has been drowned in fog. The fog bell on Gannet Rock4 rang 370 consecutive hours. I find this heavy, listless, gray weather very relaxing, and that is a good thing for me. When I left New York5 I was so tired and distracted that often I could not finish the sentence I had begun. I am so glad that unhappy state of confusion is behind me. I am working6 again, not very hard or with any great enthusiasm, but all the same I find it comforting.

I shall be more that grateful if you will have a dozen prints made of the enclosed photograph7. How glad I am that you used your camera on my brother8. It Your snap shot is now the only picture I have of him taken since his young-man photographs. He was hike like me in his dislike of being photographed. We were alike in a great many things, and we had lived the “Archbishop”9 together long before I ever thought of writing it.

With my love to you, and special love to Pat10, W. S. C.