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My first letter to S.A. B.E.

Burton Emmett 120 WEST 32nd STREET New York

[There is nothing in this letter asking for, or hinting for, any favor.]

My dear Mr. Anderson I have just finished reading in "Sherwood Anderson's Note book" your tribute to Alfred Steiglitz. For a long time, I have wanted to write you about something else. But there is such bigness, such tremendous significance in your way of looking at things that- although any other author living would be pleased, I am sure- I have feared that you would feel unclear bothered. And so, to keep my self-respect, I haven't written you. But about this Steiglitz thing, how I wish that I myself, for the moment, were Mr. Sherwood Anderson so that I might tell the author of that "note" how deeply it has impressed me. You could do it without adjectives or adverbs too! I am going to say it as simply as I can: the Steiglitz tribute seems to me to be the most