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#1122: Willa Cather to Zoë Akins, September 16 [1932]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Very Dear Zoë1;

I am so glad to have a letter from you! Of course, marriage is always a gamble, except with children of eighteen, perhaps, who learn everything together—and therefore never learn much but how to get on with each other. But the worst thing is to be bored to death by a smiling, pale personality—and you have escaped that fate by a wide margin, I gather! What with a new husband3 and a new house, you ought to find life pretty interesting. The pictures of the house reached me at Grand Manan, Canada4, and I got a great thrill out of them. I was able to pick out many of the changes you have made. Most of all I loved the picture of that heavenly room with so little in it, so that one felt the room itself and not an assemblage of things. It surely requires a much finer sense of form to make a room without things than with them—also, I imagine, more money. It's the proper spaces that are expensive, in any art. I love Green Fountains for a name. It's so very different from other "place names".

I'm awfully glad you like Mrs. Harris5. Of course that's much the best of the three6. The right things came together in the right relation, I thought. Of You know the types, but I wonder what it can mean to people who don't know the charming and untruthful South.—

I'm going back to New York7 next week, and will be at the Grosvenor8 while I look for an apartment. I almost hope I won't find an apartment! Zoë, I've just happened to read "Colomba"9 over, very slowly. What beautiful and splendidly poised thing it is: the most terrific happenings slide easily and noiselessly into the narrative, as they always do in life, when the stage is never set for the moment that uplifts us or destroys us. The un-expectedness of life is what makes it interesting; and that the events are logical, but we never see the cause and effect until after the events have happened. That quality of unexpected developments which are at the same time logical, has almost disappeared from modern writing. I wish I could get rid of "atmosphere" and be another kind of writer for awhile. I'm tired of being my kind!

My love to you, dear Zoë. Willa
Mrs. Hugo Rumbold1 Green Fountains Brigden Road Pasadena10 California JAFFREY N.H.2 SEP 19 530 AM 2041