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#1703: Willa Cather to Fanny Butcher, April 19, 1945

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Fanny Butcher1:

How pleased I am to hear from you! And I am answering at once because letters pile up on me so (especially letters from soldiers,) that if I do not answer at once I am apt to put it off for weeks.

Yes, I am just awfully glad to hear from you, and to hear that you keep going. I sometimes wonder whether it isn't rather a mistake to survive those severe illnesses. I am amazed at your account of the amount of work you do. I didn't work at all for a year after my gall bladder operation3, though even then I had to sturggle with a pretty heavy correspondence. But last summer, up in Maine4, I fell to work and worked very happily. This winter has been pretty much broken up;- maid for only half a day, cleaning man sick half of the time and unfit for work, etc., etc. However, I have done a lot of reading that I have long wanted to do, and I enjoyed it very much. The lack of good domestic help is a great drawback to work at a desk and all the hotels are crowded. The food in all hotels and restaurants here2 is pretty dreadful. We5 still have plenty of muis music, but the streets are so crowded and the crowds so rough that it is very difficult to go to concerts. If any good books have been written of late (besides "A Bell for Adano"6 which I think splendid—good form, good style—style not in the literary sense but in human sense of very good mannrs manners.) That was a long parenthesis! But if you know any new books that are boo both elegant and virile, I wish you'd name them to me. Wars are not conducive to any form of art, are they?

Affectionate greetings W. S. C.