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#1503: Willa Cather to Laura Coombs Hills, November 9, 1940

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My dear Laura Hills1:

To you of all people I hate to send a dictated letter, but for the time being I am forbidden by the surgeon to use my right hand at all. Alfred Knopf3 unexpectedly put out an edition de luxe of "Sapphira"4, and because I am always so frightfully bored at writing my own name over and over (it's enough to make one a gibbering idiot, really), I autographed the whole five hundred copies of that special edition in three days. Making the same motions so many times broke my thumb down - it is swollen and very painful, and for the present I can't write at all.

I have just two advance copies of "Sapphira". One of them I am sending to you by this mail, and the other one goes to another old and dear friend5. I will then have none for myself, but I don't want one: the rush of reading the proofs has left me quite willing to dispence with Sapphira's company for some time. The book is not to be formally "out" and on sale until December 7, so I must warn you that you and Lizzie6 must read it in secret. The epilogue, by the way, is literally true, word for word - it is one of my earliest and most vivid memories.

Your letter, my dear, relieved me of great anxiety. I stopped over in Boston7 a few hours on my way home2 from Canada8 and tried to get you by telephone, but you were still playing with the Goldfish in the country.

Lovingly to you both, W. S. C.