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#2486: Willa Cather to Alfred A. Knopf, July 27 [1934]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ K7/30 My Dear Alfred1;

I must seem very inconsistant to you3—wanting big plain type for the “Archbishop”4 and not wanting it for “Lucy.”5 But you see I wanted the “Archbishop” to look as if it were printed on a country press, for old people to read. I don’t of course, want “Lucy” to look like that. I do wish you could repeat the “Lost Lady”6 type, with it’s sharp “W”s and “M”s. Perhaps a smaller size of this Caslon would do, but I honestly think this page you send me looks like a child’s First Reading Book—It starer stares at me with open eyes and open mouth until it’s actually hard to read. I can’t see any 3 text; I see only letters that look unnaturally large and commonplace on a page of this size.

If you will repeat the page of “A Lost Lady” exactly for me, I’ll write you another romantic story, and a better one than Lucy! Now that’s a fair offer, isn’t it7?

So far, glorious weather on the island2, and I’ve 4 never before enjoyed getting back to it so much. Today is the first rain and heavy fog. I love being on this mere pin-point in the North Atlantic8, drowned in oceans of fog with the rain beating down, and no sound but the water and the bell-buoy. The Brittish Government sends out buoys with a lovely tone; this one is the G below middle C, I think, and the fog makes it deep and full and very soft—it seems to call from a great distance.

With love to you both9. W. S. C.