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#1501: Willa Cather to Julian Street, October 26, 1940

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Julian Street1:

How delightful to hear from you again! I have been back from Canada3 only a few days, and I find an amazing situation in drinkables and prices. I think the City of New York2 contains more odious wine than it ever held before; show windows piled full of so called Montrachet at $2.95 per bottle.! The real wines are hard to get. I wish I had taken your advice4 a year ago, but I was too busy and distracted at that time.

Margaret Kennedy5's letter is the most vivid account I have seen of what life on the British Isles6 is really like. May I keep it a few days longer? I so want to show it to a dear niece7 who is coming to visit me8, and then I will post it back to you. I forget whether your friend Morgan9's name was on the long ballot strip10 sent me. But I sent my ballot down from Canada before I got your letter.

As to the new book11, I hope you will like it. I see they are advertising that I was five years writing it, which is a large fiction. When I was in the middle of the book, a brother12 who was almost like a twin to me died suddenly. After that I did not write at all for a year, and really scarcely expected to finish the book at all. At last, however, I got sort of lonesome for it and felt real pleasure in getting back to it for two hours a day.

Don't worry about the Margaret Kennedy letter. I'll get back to you safe and sound. Would you mind my showing it to Alfred Knopf13? I won't do so without your permission.

Greetings and good wishes to you and Mrs. Street14, Willa Cather

P.S. Do you happen to know a delightful little wine called Sancerre-Sauvignon, from somewhere in the Anjou15 region? A friend sent me a case of the 1938 - it is as cool and sweet (sweet as regarding perfume, not sugar) as a breeze off an old fashioned flower garden in which there are no heavy scents.