Sat.

Had a grand time with the Gregg.
Stephen turned me down so I got Egon in.
The Gregg arrived first. Exactly 20
years ago, just the same. She had food, the
Egon came. She began her usual stuff
and I handed her the note you gave me
On Border. (I have it typed now and
wave it like a red rag.) She went on
and on ... remarkably illuminating with that
destructive dagger. She said (and I think
sincerely) that the showing of Border
was THE event in the art world, the
most important for years. Of course, I
agreed... it appears she got the same
shock seeing Deern that Deern got,
seeing Garbo first in the Street. It
appears the Deern is and was and shall be
the turning of the tide of film prejudice,
etc. etc. and that she the Gregg knew
the Browne menage and that Mrs. B. ( that
woman ) would sell her soul and stalk
millions on a chance to "produce"

H. D. in a play or poem of her
own work. The Greeg, at least,
I do believe means it. BUT of
course I told her that I was working
with K. and IF any offer came, it
would not be likely to come from
America. She raved and raged, said
it was my " calling " and what not
to that I had no business to " rest " even
for a year and so on and so on. I
told her where to get off at. She
abused you and me and what not. I
yelled. Egon said in a distant
mer-maid voice, " never, never in my
life have I been really happy. "

Fetahers flew. Then a small me-
mard voice, " this is peace, this is
absolute peace. " I burst into
shouts of laughter at Egons
definition of peace but Egon meant it.
It appears she had never stood up to
the Greeg, nor had you ( in her mind )

and my way of attack was new to Egon. Egon left
regretfully and I was alone with Gregg. We went on
till one this morning and finally with one special
jab of mine, the tide burst and Gregg started
to cry and cry. I was sorry but she had said I
looked " hideous " in that black coat at the
morning of the film. I asked her what she thought I
was anyway, and gave her something to think about.
She yelled " your claws ... you have been
digging into my flesh all evening. " I said " who
began it ? " And she cried and cried and cried. I was
sorry but she asks for it and had been saying the
most god-awful things, mixed up with real perception and
apparently she D OES get the quality of the work.
Shw wanted to know what everyone thought, when we would
give it again. etc. etc., really keen interest.
She stood on the steps and cried, finally I cheered
her up and she walked off " into the darkness "
alone, home.

Somewhat, all silly,
watse, hysteria, leading to nothing, but all the
same, in this instance, clearing the old ground ... and
she D OES get the strange woddly quality. ( She
loathed Pop and Charlie most ... she said rather
tentatively " why doesn't K. himself act more ? " Was, I
judge impressed with your Fritz Rasp. )

Darling, I am so mad about Matax. Tell me what to do ?????

Love,