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#1355: Willa Cather to Cyril Clemens, January 30, 1937

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Mr. Clemens1:

Are you sure it was in the Forum3 that you saw the article4 which you quote? I thought it was published in the Saturday Review5, and it was written by the Prince of Prevaricators, Ford Maddox Ford6. nNot a word of truth in it.!7 I am sure that no group of ladies from Pittsburgh8 ever went to see Mr. Housman9 - and still more sure that I never headed such a group. When I met him it was not at his rooms in Cambridge10, or in Cambridge at all. There was no golden wreath. It was simply an afternoon of conversation - conversation chiefly about other things than Mr. Housman's verses.

I have been greatly annoyed by this matter, Mr. Clemens, and have been besieged by demands to 'tell what I know about Housman'. In short, I am paying a heavy price for a very brief acquaintance. Alfred Knopf11 (who publishes More Poems12) and I talked the matter over and he has suggested that at some time, probably in the distant future, I should write a very exact account of my afternoon with Housman, in much the same informal manner that I have used in the book of essays recently published under the title Not Under Forty13. These essays14 are scrupulously truthful accounts of accidental meetings with very interesting people. This promise to Mr. Knopf will protect me from the almost threatening demands that have been made by a number of people. One's memories, after all, are one's own, and if one relates them to the public one prefers to do it in one's own way.

When I last wrote15 you about this matter I had determined never to give out any account of my impressions of Mr. Housman. But since so many false stories (like the one you quote on your postcard) have been started, I shall probably some day, when I am not so busy as I am now, write a statement of the very brief and simple facts.

Sincerely yours, Willa Cather