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#1188: Willa Cather to Alfred A. Knopf, Jr., August 15 [1933]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Dear Pat1;

What original ideas you have for a vacation pastime, to be sure! I like a retreat from the world, but not just in the way you have selected. Well, when you do go to New Mexico3 to ride, you'll be happier with your appendix out, I can tell you that. I am doing lots of walking up here2, on rather rough trails that run along the edge of the sea-cliffs. There are few beaches, and anyhow it's too cold to bathe. We have had only one day when the thermometer went above eighty-two. The Italian air fleet on their return trip went right over this island, right over my little house at 2:15 in the afternoon and wrecked my afternoon nap. I thought them ugly beasts, with their ribs all showing, and shook my fist at them.

I hope you are over the uncomfortable part of an operation by this time. You must come to see me whenever you are in town next winter, and let's plan a theatre party, 3 on our own, without letting anyone chaperone us! I'd love that.

Have a good time while you are getting well, and make them give you good things to eat. I wish I could send you one of the lobsters we pull out here.

With much love, my dear boy,
Your special friend
Willa Cather