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#1491: Willa Cather to Ferris Greenslet, September 21, 1940

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Later: I have just read the Introduction to Pilgrim's Way3. How could one mortal man4 feel so much and write so much and do so much!

⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ F.G. My dear F. G.1:

Your kind letter5 offering to send me one of the early copies of LORD TWEEDSMUIR was forwarded to me at Grand Manan6. But I was up there doing the home stretch on my new book7, and I simply wrote no letters at all - not even to my old friends in England8 who were under heavy stress. I finished the book up there, and the Knopfs9 are more pleased10 with it than anything I have sent them since SHADOWS ON THE ROCK11. Not only Alfred and Blanche, but all the people in the office say that they found it "exciting" - though it doesn't exactly strike me in that way.

AUBUBON'S AMERICA12 has not arrived yet, but I shall await it with interest, and the Tweedsmuir book I shall await with something much stronger than interest. However crazy the world may go, you and I have known some fine people in our time, and I now find feel that knowledge a very precious possession. The splendor of British behaviour at the present time13 is too wonderful a thing to speak of without almost losing one's self-control. Even a rather spoiled darling of fortune like Stephen Tennant14 writes me he would now be nowhere else on earth, and that London15 and Wilsford16 are the only places in the world where he can could have a moment's peace or happiness.

When I wasn't writing at Grand Manan, I was finishing Volumes V and VI of Churchill's17 great LIFE OF MARLBOROUGH18. I should almost say that it is the greatest work produced in my time - certainly the greatest historical work.

Faithfully yours, Willa Cather

P.S. The two books arrived this afternoon. Now I shall have something with which to follow up the "great" Marlborough". Thank you!