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#2014: Willa Cather to Thorton Wilder, [October 9, 1938]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Thornton Wilder1;

For nearly a year I have been wanting to write to you. I truly think "Our Town"4 is the loveliest thing that has been produced in this country5 in a long, long time—and the truest. From several technical points of view it is highly important, as nearly everyone recognized at once. But of course its great importance is something that everyone feels and nobody 2 can define: we can only vaguely say the "spiritual quality" of the play. Two hearings of it are not enough. I must hear it once again before I leave for Jaffrey New Hampshire6 to spend a few weeks on Monadnock. I have been going there in the autumn for fifteen years, and in your play I find a complete expression of everything I have ever seen and felt and become friends with in 3 that countryside and in all the little towns scattered about the foot of that mountain. Something enduring and resigned and gracious lies behind the details of your play, as the mountain lies behind (and permeates) all those little towns and farms, and the lives of all those people. Exiled Americans, living abroad, to whom I have sent the book of the play, write me that it has made them weep with homesickness. homesickness.

I love everything you have ever written, but you have done nothing so fine as this. I am not only happy about it, but thankful for it.

Faithfully yours Willa Cather