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The candy wasn't bad at all and I was very glad to get it.
bBut it was abominably packed, and was pretty badly shaken up and broken up when
it arrived. Even in that state I much preferred it to a book by Dornford Yates4 which came from the Museum
and I think must have been sent by you. I have tried Dornford Yates
before, but his cold-blooded,
game of chess, sixty feet from a certain ditch and a half a mile from a
certain tree on a certain hill,
just doesn't interest me at all. He has his own method and has pretty well
perfected it, but it doesn't mean anything to me.
The really good and welcome remembrance was your letter which told me of your feeling splendidly fit and climbing mountains again. I am awfully grateful for word of a good place to stop in Vermont5. Woodstock6 used to be a delightful place, but it has grown rather too fashionable.
I am leaving here2 this week but I intend to make several stops on the way and will scarcely be back on Park Avenue7 before the first of October. I will call you up soon after I get back.
Affectionately, Willa CatherThe above sounds rather like looking the gift horse in the mouth and then
pulling his teeth. But, as Horace
Walpole8 said “"unless I
tell the truth in a letter I am even more uncivil than otherwise—for I
hate the person who makes me lie lie—or
write as if I did.” He surely knew!