In the Net of the Stars , to the American publisher Thomas B. Mosher. Mosher was the publisher of a journal The Bibelot and of a series of books titled The Lyric Garland . This letter was probably the last one from Frost to Flint written from The Bungalow. You will have to be gotten out of your present mood somehow. But perhaps it is not as bad as I am disposed to believe, and even while I talk this way and you talk that other way you are cunningly planning and executing your magnum.
Lets hope so.
Anyway I can do one thing. It isn't much because I lack as yet the literary authority to put it through. I want to try it just the same unless you refuse me your consent. Forbid me not. I wish I felt sure that I could get away with it.