Chapter 9 March 1950

New York City 14 East Ninety-fifth Avenue March 25, 1950 Frank Dell!what are you doing?I didn't receive anything!Are you messing around? What about Leigh Hunter? What about Oxford English Poetry? What about the Vulgar Latin Bible and John Henry's books?I spent so much time waiting for these books to accompany me for Lent, and you didn't send even a single one! You made me have to sit at home and write dense notes on books in the library.If they find out someday, they will definitely revoke my library card. I've asked the Easter bunny to bring you an "egg" and hope it doesn't arrive seeing that you've languished to death!

Spring is getting stronger, I want to read some love poems.Don't send me Keats or Shelley!I want the kind that is affectionate and not frothy.Wyatt or Jonson or whoever, what to send me, use your own brains!Preferably a small book that I can easily slip into my pocket and take to Central Park to read. OK!Don't just sit around, go find it!I really don't understand how you guys do business!