So, a word before I turn out the light.| The American Reader
I reached heaven and it was syrupy. / It was oppressively sweet. / Croaking substances stuck to my knees. / Of all substances St. Michael was stickiest.| The American Reader
They all miss you so. Geo. Bernard Shaw’s been over here since you’ve been gone. We can go to Oak Bluffs too after the crowd goes or after they’re there. Darling, you’ll be the catch of the season.| The American Reader
I’m home again, to the extent that anybody’s really got a home anymore.| The American Reader
They advise me to rest. But why rest? To relax, to avoid solitude, etc., a lot of unattainable goals. I know of only one remedy: time! And besides, I’m bored thinking about myself.| The American Reader
My darling, you do whatever you think, and I’ll be there come hell, high water, or the complete force of Pinkerton’s detectives.| The American Reader
Even if when I met you I had not happened to like you, I should still have been bound to change my attitude, because when you meet anyone in the flesh you realize immediately that he is a human being and not a sort of caricature embodying certain ideas.| The American Reader
Here, Jean Rhys writes to friend Peggy Kirkaldy about the growing legal troubles of her third husband, Max Hamer. Hamer would soon be convicted of fraud and sent to prison. Monday [1950]Stanhope Gardens Peggy my dear, Max’s case comes on … Continued| The American Reader
If one were to write of pale lavender clouds in a pale green sky, people would say one was drunk or imitating Conrad Aiken, and yet I have seen this here. Curses be.| The American Reader
Even on your own free time you cannot manage to think the thoughts you want to, and escape from the army for a while. Everywhere you look you see barracks, jeeps, rifles, soldiers, insignias and everything that pertains to the army. You can’t get away from it. It’s like a horrible obsession.| The American Reader
It has been a joy to serve you for the past three years. Unfortunately, though sales and subscriptions have been robust, the magazine required a foundational investment to move forward into the future — we were unable to secure that necessary investment, and so it is with much regret that we announce this upcoming issue, due in October, will be our last.| The American Reader
It’s late now. I went to a Yiddish performance with Max, his wife, and Weltsch, but hurried out before the end in order to send you a few lines. What a lovely feeling to be allowed to do it! What a lovely feeling to be in your safekeeping when confronted by this fearful world which I venture to take on only during nights of writing. Today I thought that one had nothing to complain of so long as one lived with this dual feeling: that someone one loves is well disposed toward one, and that at...| The American Reader
Well, Bible, you know how these journeys to halls of learning tremble an animal & require forethought of a speaking & dressing variety. Everything was ideal; Miss Finch met me with the car. Mr. Auden and a number of the Swarthmore faculty, a Dr. Mandelbaum & his wife, joined me at 30th Street station & the Paoli local was so crowded there was a seat only for one. A commuter gave me his seat, then people got out, & we all sat facing. Me. Auden’s father is in charge of a hospital in Birmingha...| The American Reader
Well now listen, God’s little flutings, I heard that Hawaiian harp which passes for your nervous system go wingdinging out into the great North night as I went flying south. What a miserable old mother are you. Anyway, Grellings, which is the groan made by the little skeletal bones of the metatarsal range when the wind passes over a prospector’s unburied sticks, well, Grellings, you were great, even if your name is Edmund. I’ve always preferred Kent, myself, dear viceroy to our own Jew...| The American Reader
New York, April 17—AP. A plot threatening the existence of the Episcopalian hierarchy of Great Britain was believed, on good authority, to have been uncovered here today. The alleged instigator of this nefarious scheme, whose motive cannot as yet be determined, is suspected of having urged a prominent photographer of this city to falsify, in some unrevealed manner, a certain document whose exact nature (in the interests of domestic security) remains a carefully guarded government secret, kn...| The American Reader
