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Ever since the first number of John
Buchan's3
autobiography4
came out5 in the Atlantic6, I have wanted to tell you
how fine I think it is and to congratulate you upon having secured such a
book of sanity and comfort for us all. On this most dreadful and
discouraging of days, June 10th, I had the chapter "Bright Company" for my
companion at teatime. The world and life he brings before me seems almost as
far away as the world of Vergil7's
eEclogues8.
As you know, I have been blamed as an
"escapist"9,- indifferent and
selfish. But there are things one cannot escape. And I think none of the
personal sorrows I have lived through have ever shaken my days and nights as
has the gloom (doom?) which has been gathering for the last few months10 over almost
everything that has made the world worth living in or living for. You are
one of the people who I know feels as I do; but the strange thing is that almost everyone
feels it in some degree. My doctor tells me that the patients in the
hospitals are very much affected by it, and their wish to get well seems to flag. He will not let me go
over to Philadelphia11 on the 12th to
take a degree from the University of Pennsylvania, because I am so slow in
recovering from a recent illness. But I write chiefly to thank you for telling me about Buchan's
autobiography, which I might have missed when so many distracting and
devastating things are happening in the world,
⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ and to all my friends
abroad.
P.S. This seems a foolish personal request to make when I really care so
little about personal things just now: but since ANTONIA12 is still selling, and since I am
still perpetually receiving letters about her, I do wish you would send
to the Riverside Press for a copy of the current edition. I lately sent
for several, to present to my nurses at the French Hospital13, and I was shocked to find on
what poor, thin paper14
the book is now
it was printed. The trouble is that
since the letters on page 5 show through the paper and cloud the text on
page 6, the book is now very hard to read. I have always found that the
principal objection to cheap editions, like the old Dent "Everyman" books15, and the "Giants" of the Modern Library16, is that one
side of every leaf shows through the paper and clouds the next, so that
there is not a clear page in the book on
which the eye can rest with satisfaction or read without a certain
amount of disquieting effort.