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Dear Mr. Howells: | Dear Mr. Howells: | ||
[[ | [[crossed out: "This is to thank you"]] Your beautiful mention of my novel "True Love", in "A Conjecture of Intensive Fiction", came to me as a Christmas present which charmed me, and made me happy, as all you have said of my work, and my effort has done. | ||
I suppose you know how greatly I desire to be worthy of your | I suppose you know how greatly I desire to be worthy of your praise: but my pleasure is it is so satisfactory to me, that I cannot make myself think much of my worthiness, but only glory and delight is your words. | ||
There are many things I wish to say about democracy in fiction: and [[unclear]] numbers of people who express its ways who havent my brains . Every year I plan stories: and almost every year I plan novels: about their [[ideas?]] and these people. [[word crossed out]] Sometimes I write them as parts of them, and rewrite, and re-write them. But I almost never express my [[unclear]] about them what they wish, writing from natural inability or because I am distracted by writing constantly - or almost constantly in the presses - Writing ways and special [[unclear]] for which I have always had [[unclear]] demand from publisher. In the report I have had the [[unclear]] fortune in the world, and [[two lines marked out]] | |||
Revision as of 14:01, 10 February 2021
Dear Mr. Howells:
crossed out: "This is to thank you" Your beautiful mention of my novel "True Love", in "A Conjecture of Intensive Fiction", came to me as a Christmas present which charmed me, and made me happy, as all you have said of my work, and my effort has done. I suppose you know how greatly I desire to be worthy of your praise: but my pleasure is it is so satisfactory to me, that I cannot make myself think much of my worthiness, but only glory and delight is your words. There are many things I wish to say about democracy in fiction: and unclear numbers of people who express its ways who havent my brains . Every year I plan stories: and almost every year I plan novels: about their ideas? and these people. word crossed out Sometimes I write them as parts of them, and rewrite, and re-write them. But I almost never express my unclear about them what they wish, writing from natural inability or because I am distracted by writing constantly - or almost constantly in the presses - Writing ways and special unclear for which I have always had unclear demand from publisher. In the report I have had the unclear fortune in the world, and two lines marked out