
Paper rec'd. with its saddening news of yr increased weakness. I am whirled on in such a melee of work (exhausting driving work) that I have no time to write or say anything agreeable I fear. I look back with feeling of pleasure of the deepest nature to those divine days I spent in companionship of the noblest of books L. of G. & those happy letters back & forth between you & me.

Recently someone in Transcript noticed that
jackass Bartlett in his "Familiar Quotations" had not a line of Walt W. I went
over yr books espec. Song of Myself & culled a list of phrases & lines
that I offered to prove
the classic & current coin
already.
However, Clement still holds it
in reserve. Will let you know when it appears. wh. may be in a year. After all that your
sublime & haughty songs are not lozenge poetry
for silly boys & girls is something to be proud of. It is a book
separate
"the words of my book nothing, the [trend] of it everything
Sadikichi seems to be in St. Louis.—writing.
O'Connor's book is out I see.—"Brazen Android"
Write dear Walt as of old when spirit moves you & so will I.


