3/28/74.
My Dear Andrews:
Dialect is your forte, not logic, by [my ] my boy. You get up a painstaking & excellent argument to show that if it weren’t for me, ‸{& it’s mighty complimentary, I grant you,}‸ you couldn’t follow your lucrative lecturing, but would have to reti‸re‸ er from the platform.; that you use my stuff with happy effect & that it proves a kind of inexhaustible bank account to you. And then upon ‸from‸ that able argument you draw the curious deduction that all this places me in your debt! My God, what a light the law has lost in you, my boy!1
But chaff aside, old friend, I can’t do the thing you wish me to do. I am buried up to the eyes in work, & that work ‸is‸ standing still; for my wife is ill & has been for some little time; we have to deny ourselves & close the house against all visitors. I am just waiting & watching for a time when I may venture to remove my tribe to Elmira, N. Y., for the summer & get away from the cares & worries of housekeeping. When I do get to work again I shall know how to make the most of the minutes.
Hope to catch a glimpse of you at the Lotos as we pass through the city—as we hope to do within a [fortnight ] if the madam improves.2
Ys Ever
W. A Andrews Esq
(Dialecter,)
Lotos Club
‸2 Irving Place‸
New York. [on flap:]
slc/mt
[postmarked:] [hartford ct. mar 28 6 pm]
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L6, 95–96.
Provenance:purchased from William F. Kelleher in April 1944.
Emendations and textual notes:
my • [‘y’ partly formed]
fortnight • fort-|night,
◇ • [partly formed character, possibly ‘p’]
hartford ct. mar 28 6pm • ford ct. mar 28 6pm [badly inked]