/lit/ - Literature

Here is the included letter from Dunsany to Hazel Littlefield.

>"Dear Hazel,

>I was delighted to hear you were coming, tho' disppointed, when I read further, to hear for how short a time, & for part of even that time in Scotland & London. Applecross is lovely, but you will be more welcome here, &, as far as London, I will leave you to make your own comparison between our nightingales & the spring-song of its motors. Nor can the nightingales be heard every night &, to be sure of them, you have to stay some time. But the dates are just right, the middle of May to very early in June. Anyway make this your permanent addres for so long as you are in these islands. The country should be at its best then. It is not the time for London. If you stay longer on this side than you have planned, we shall still be here, & hope you may be too. If you will come earlier than late in may, which your letter mentions, we can promise you nightingales. Thank you very much for the clippiong from Guatamala. It is very encouraging to hear they are reading me still. I think my very first translator was a Columbian, & I remember the gorgeousness of a language that transmuted my lighted windows into miradores of illumination. I can't quite read Spanish, but I know the roots of most of the words, because they nearly all grew out of Latin. I repeat - don't waste to much of this Spring in London. i have just come out into our verandah to write the rest of this. So Spring is here.
>Willow never writes to me.

>Did you meet the poet Alfred Noyes when he lived in California? We were staying with them last week in the Isle of Wight.

>Yours ever

>Dunsany"