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#0991: Willa Cather to Zona Gale, November 25, 1929

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My dear Miss Gale1:

As I feared, I won't be able to accept the invitation from you3 which pleased and tempted me so much. I shall have to go to my mother4 in Pasadena5 just as soon as possible after Christmas – which means that work is pretty much out of the question for this winter. But it is a lovely thing for me to remember that you did want to have me there, and I am not going to give up hoping for a sojourn near you at some future time. Things have been hitting me pretty hard of late, you know. You remember when Kent is in the stocks waiting for Lear, and says "Fortune turn they wheel."6

On the long, slow train ride down from New Hampshire7 I read your new book8 with such delight and amusement – amusement that was rather grim. Of course we are all Borgias – especially when we really get interested in other people and have kind intentions. I nearly ruined the life of a young brother9 by bringing him off the farm and giving him what I thought were "advantages". But one cannot live isolated in a test tube – and most contacts are pernicious.

If you come to New York2 before Christmas, or soon afterward, please let me know. I want very much to tell you about something that I wished to speak of when I saw you last fall, and didn't. And I want to hear how things have turned out for the nice daughter10 you had with you – I did like that girl so much.

Always faithfully yours, Willa Cather