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#1841: Willa Cather to Henry Goddard Leach, May 25, 1932

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My dear Dr. Leach1:

Both of your letters eventually reached me, and I thank you for bearing my hurt feelings in mind. The review3 about which I wrote you4 was the only review that ever gave me a case of hurt feelings; and my grievance was entirely a personal one. I mean by that that I was hurt as a person, not as a writer. I had always looked upon The Forum5 as personally friendly to me in this City2 where personal friendships have almost ceased to exist under the rush of business relations. I felt that such a review was not at all in the line of 'controversy', since a writer cannot with any shred of dignity defend his own work6.

But I am the last person in the world to suffer very long from a case of wounded vanity or to brood upon it. I have long ago forgotten my surprise and indignation, and I beg you to forget that I was for a moment indignant. I am just leaving New York for Canada7 but if I am in the City next winter, please let us have tea together and drink to Mr. Hicks8 -- if that was his name.

Very cordially yours, Willa Cather