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#0914: Willa Cather to Fanny Butcher, November 21 [1927]

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The Grosvenor3
New York
Dear Fanny Butcher1;

What a trump you are to take my ailments4 so seriously. I don't think many people are as much concerned about 'em! But I'm not going to have an operation——they've let me off again. I still have a sore spot, but I'm more bored with doctors than anything else, and I think if once I get out of all this and get west, first first to Nebraska5 and then to Arizona6, that I'll be all right again. I think the horror of living in New York2 hotels is partly what's been the matter with me. I do hate it! I'll never be more than half alive until I have a place of my own again.

You know, Fanny, I keep wishing I'd written you to come to Jaffrey7 while I was there. Remember, the Shattuck Inn8, and go there sometime in the autumn, whether I'm there or not. You'll love it.

I wrote a long letter9 for "The Commonweal"10 about the Archbishop11, because the Catholics have been so broad-minded and handsome about this book. You might find it interesting as an honest account of my sources. (Date, Nov. 23)

One of these days I'll wire you that I'm starting for Chicago12, and until then goodnight and goodbye.

Yours W.S.C.