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#0628: Willa Cather to George Seibel, October 19, 1922

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You know it gives one a pleasant thrill to have an old friend rise to the occasion and really see what one is driving at and feel the impulse that drove one, as you have evidently done4 in the case of my new book5. Won’t you send me two more copies of “Issues of To-Day”6? I want to send one7 to Isabelle McClung8, who now lives in Paris9, and one to some American friends who live in Germany10 and are very wroth with me.

I think perhaps you exaggerate some of the good points of the book11 - though that’s an error an author can so easily forgive! - but you couldn’t exaggerate the earnestness, and the wish to present that particular boy12 and present him fairly, which I took to the task of writing the book. I knew it would be a hard book to write and that it would displease a great many people, but it had to be done. The boy was one whom I knew very, very well indeed and I had to tell his story as I knew it. I am more than happy if I have got him across to you and Mrs. Seibel13 and made you feel about him as I do14.

Gratefully yours, Willa Cather