I think there is no point in using the word talent any longer. Certainly Carson McCullers is as talented as Sartre or Simone de Beauvoir but she is not really a serious writer. I am serious but I am isolated and my experience is probably of no interest at this point to anyone.
Such a return trip through the forest to out house is physically impossible but it being equally impossible to explain to anyone how we lived we had to make it anyhow. I would still be making it but for Margie herself of course & a shining Christian deed rare in my experience which etemphasises how all ex-Consuls in the Lowry psyche should behave in future toward their fellow man & I hope will.
I think you and I had better burn our letters some Midsummer’s Eve when we’re about 102 and think we might die. People will be able to see the flames for miles.
The trouble with reviewers, and with editors, is so simple that nobody gets it.
Yes, once I was a child, and I played a mean trick on you, dear. I stuffed your mouth full of geranium leaves and sought earnestly to suffocate you. I am glad I did not succeed. Because you are a very amusing young woman, and deserve to live.