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I'm so glad you had
Yes, most of the reviews have been sympathetic, but a few high, alabaster brows have
clouded with pain. They say they wanted her to lose her voice, or "do something
exquisite," not by any means to go through with her job successfully. I send you the
that than
the later. It's because the heroine's life became less and less personal. The early
years are the most interesting—they were to her, too. The personal life of singers
like
Then in Red Cloud they truly love, as they say "the voice." It fills them with
pleasure and content. She had to be a singer
No, Dorothy. I've been unable to start a new book this winter.
Are you never coming to New York? There are such a lot of things I'd love to talk
over with you. Don't you think the general misery let loose in the world gets to
one? I believe that when nations war and the race milk and cream go sour and the hens refuse to
lay. Of course the pursuit of happiness is not the reality it's supposed to be. The
pursuit of pain seems to be just as irradicable a human instinct, and it breaks out
in spite of all the wisdom in the world. There were three Poles dining here with me last night. Why do the Poles always have
to bleed, no matter who cuts? I wish you were coming down, and that I could put
these things up to you.
Please return this mov moves about, and yet all hangs on the Moonstone
relation—which latter fact this Mr. Bourne did not get. Anyhow, I'm glad the story
gave you the same kind of "let-oneself go" feeling it gave me. Send me another
note.