1307 Park Avenue
Baltimore, Maryland

Mr. Edmund Wilson

~~o/o The New Republic~~
New York
New York

1307 Park Avenue,
Baltimore, Maryland,
September 7, 1934.

Dear Bunny:

I've had a big reaction from your last two articles in the *New Republic*. In spite of the fact that we always approach material in different ways there is some fast-guessing quality that, for me, links us now in the world of the intellect. Always the over-tone and the understatement.

It was fun when we all believed the same things. It was more fun to think that we were all going to die together or live together, and none of us anticipated this great loneliness, where one has dedicated his remnants to imaginative fiction and another *lis* slowly dissolving trunk to the Human Idea. Nevertheless the stress that you put upon this in your second *New Republic* article--of forces never still, of rivers

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never ending, of clouds shifting their prophecies at
evening, afternoon or morning--this sense of things
has kept our courses loosely parallel, even when our
references to data have been so disparate as to throw
us miles apart.

The purport of this letter is to agree
passionately with an idea that you put forth in a
discussion of Michelet: that conditions irretrievably
change men and that what looks purple in a blue light
looks, in another spectrum, like green and white bounc-
ing snow. I want you to know that one among many readers
is absolutely alert to the implications and substrata
of meaning in this new work.

Ever affectionately yours,

Scott