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It's hard to keep in touch—hard for me to tell you much about the realities
of my life. I don't send you fan letters. But a writer's relation to his or
her publisher is a very vital fact—means happiness or constant constant anxiety. Last spring I
happened to mention to I
"Do you mean to say that you have a completed manuscript that I have never seen?"
"But this is only a short story—
"I would."
So I sent it over to his apartment. The first letter came, and I acknowledged it. Then came the second, which gave me great pleasure.
Somewhere I still have a letter from him, dated "Christmas morning, 4 o'clock." I had been to
to
S So it began:
The story struck him hard; and he was there at the bat when I pitched him a
ball. (This figure is bad baseball, I know, but it expresses a the relation between a writer and a live
publisher, who isn't afraid.)
A scrappy letter, my dear boy, but I've been in bed for a week bronchitis,
missing all the jolly things I would otherwise be doing yuth with dall dullness out on you, and, writing in bed, I cannot write
very clearly.
Please send Alfred Knopf's two letters back to me. I thought you might like to see them.
Remember; we have a rendezvous. We will meet this spring or summer. If
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