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#0535: Willa Cather to Dorothy Canfield Fisher, March 24 [1921]

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NUMBER FIVE BANK STREET Dear Dorothy1:

Put this address3 in your address-book, for I shall probably live here a long time. Isn't it perplexing, meeting people like Lucy Allen4 after long years? What happens to them? The Club Woman was a horror!

Yes, Eliza Abbot Ayres5, of Bennington6 brought me word of your Aunt Mattie7's death, just before I went abroad last year. I've been back only since Christmas.

My new novel8, four-fifths done, has cost me more than anything I've ever done, and I feel like Othello9 that my heart is garnered up10 in it, and yet it's foredoomed to failure, because I can never, never bring the last part up to the first. How I wish I could talk to you about it! It has often flashed across my mind that you are the only person in the world who could help me with it. At least you'd be sorry for me, and perhaps that is the only way anybody can help anybody.

I'm going up to Toronto11 in two weeks to stay awhile with Isabelle12 before I go home13 to see my mother14 and father15. Do you live in part of the Brick House, Dorothy? I hope you do. Why, it's your duty to live in it, isn't it?

Oh what a time we'll have when we do get together in the flesh again!

Lovingly always Willa