6 November 1984
Wes McNair
Hominy Pot Rd.
North Sutton, NH 03260
Dear Wes,
If anybody had carried a tape recorder, and if they could strap
you into a chair long enough for you to listen to it, you would discover
that you spoke with an absolutely gorgeous eloquence, out of all your
terror. I realize you have absolutely no recollection of what you said!
It was absolutely dear and I appreciated it tremendously. It was also
sheer eloquence. Terror does wonderful things. Anyway, I value what
you said – and not nearly so much as I value you. And your work.
Wasn’t that a wonderful woman who had just lost
four hundred and twenty-two pounds?
We had a wonderful time in Italy. You mailed your card about
sending publicity-stuff to Pat on the day we flew away. Therefore it
goes out today.
In your letter of October 24th, you speak about the dinner before
my reading. You want to ask somebody to it – and I think you mean Dick
Smart, right? His wife is my Aunt Nan, my mother’s sister. Dick and Nan
Smart/ Tilton/ New Hampshire. If I have misunderstood, just forgive me.
I am out of my mind with fatigue right now.
While you are reading at Dartmouth I am reading in St. Petersburg,
Florida. Exact hour. Jane wants to come. I hope that she can…
I will be here this week, not leaving until the next week Tuesday…
in case I have made some stupid mistakes in my fatigue here…
Love as ever,
Don |