March 15, 1894

Paris
Hotel Vinda

Dear Bentley:

I found your parable amusing but sad. It was accurate, I suppose, certainly as far as God went. You forgot to say whether it was more or less Gemuthlic than usual - the ending, I mean, with the Beautiful. I hope it will enable you to do a good month's grinding.

I am in a sad way, myself. Since arriving here I've had some terrible Versuchungen and should have caved with pleasure had it not been for the desire to avoid possible inconvenience as long as I am with my parents. They came a double of days age, but previously to that I went to the Moulin Rouge with Tebbetts and horribly racked. Had an SE that night. The next night went to the Bal Boulier with Tebbetts and two other men - Harvard fellows - drank champange (ten bottles between us) hugged girls, stayed until two, went home tipsy, woke the next morning with a bad headache, but with no vomitings. If I were alone here now in my present well fed, inactive and voluptious condition, I really don't know what would have happened to me.

I spent two days very comfortably in Kalon. Liked the cathedral within but thought it ugly from without, though very big, of course. Gothic is rather gastly, redundant, weird and generally oppressive to me, though I like the facade of Notre Dame very much.

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Mr. Bentley

March 15, 1894

I think I must have your razor, by the way. I don't remember
putting any in my satchel but I find one that is not mine.
and I infer that it is yours. I will send it to you, but
will wait until I hear from you, so that I can send it directly.

When do you break away from Berlin? Somewhere, I hope. My plans
are still uncertain about next semester. I hope our lots
may throw us in the same place. Will you send me a Vienna
catalogue. Will remit with razor. I am busy with my parents
now. Will write again when I have leisure to be philosophic.
Be careful of the Beautiful old boy. As for me, I am surer
than ever that a Bellesme is necessary this spring. Your
remark about 24 or 25 was good. Write me all the fables
(all the symbolic fables) you can think of.

Your paper was darn good by the way.

Yours,
Hapgood

April 5, 1894

Hotel du Commerce
Dieppe

Dear Bentley:

I enjoyed your letter of the 31st very much, which I received
yesterday. I wrote you a day or so ago before that. This morning,
just before leaving Paris, I got the Wien catalogue, for which many
thanks.

I will send you the razer from Londen, care Deutsche Bank.

We spent four hours in Rouen today. It is a great town, with two
fascinating Gothics (real Gothics) and some charming old medieval
streets.

The day before I left Paris I had a bully time and a new experience.
I went with an American artist to an art school, where I saw them
working from new models. Bouguereau and Constant were there, talking
to the students informally about their work. Clay modellin, preparatory
for statutory, I found very interesting. Rough sketches were in pre-
gress all over the large room. Many of which I thought startling good.
They were vividly expressive of some natural position of the body.
The models were extremely interesting, three men and three women,
all entirely nude. The men were all well formed, a young boy of
fifteen being really beautiful. There was a picturesque old man,
too, of perhaps sixty, and a young fellow of thirty, of Herculean

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dimensions. Two of the women were very attractive. One, a young girl, of a most innocent appearance, was simply bewitching; both face and shape were most lovely. It partially realized what they tell of the Greeks. They were all entirely unembarrassed and objective, while the most business like atmosphere prevailed the room. I was intensely pleased and wanted to stay all day.

In the afternoon, I went to the Ecole de Pharmacie, on the Ave. de l'Observatoire, and saw some stunning mural decorations by Besnard. H_s is not unlike Bechlin in quality - more delicate but not so imaginative, perhaps. Don't forget to see them, if you go there when I am not there. Remember, too, the Hotel de Ville apartments, the Pantheon (great Puvis de Cheuvanne) The Serbonne, and go to Durand - Buels store on Rue Laffitte and Rue Pelletier, and, if you can get a show (ask him at the store) go to his house (he will give you a card) where you can see some ravinsih Monets, Manets, Degas, Renoir, etc. I went and it brought me something decidedly not about decorative work. There are many other such private collections - being timed as I was I look up no others - which with the big collections on the Champ de Mars and the Champs Elysées, to say nothing of the Louvre and the Luxembourg, will give you all you want to do in that line.

You certainly had a great musical spree - would I had been there, too. I will answer your letter in detail later. This is a hasty note, written under difficulties, to acknowledge catalogue, and to give you

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the above facts for your possible pleasure if you make Paris this vacation - which I recognized only as a bear possibility. I go to London tomorrow, and it will please me much to see you there.

The catalogue knocked me out as far as Vienna is concerned. I am now doubtful - as ever.

Remember me to the Berry crowd.

April 17, 1894

ByRussells

Dear Bentley:

Before I talk about matters alluded to in your letters, let me
tell you my plans. I left London yesterday morning and leave
Russells or Strassburg tomorrow. My mother, much to my regret,
decided not to go with me, but to stay with friends in London and
Paris, so that took away one reason for returning to Berlin.

Many remain, to be sure, - many good lectures and the generally
superior advantages of a metropolitan place. Going back was
most attractive from a social point of view - I know some people
in Berlin now, while I shall be a total stranger in Strassburg.
Your image in particular often forcibly influence me Berlinward,
but a certain stoicism about me, in nervous desire for quiet,
and a hope to do some reading decided me finally for Strassburg.

I mailed your letter G. Scharfe, hoping that she cannot under-
stand it. Otherwise I should have taken your permission and
destroyed it. It would have made her simple prepapalism vibrate
unpleasantly, and I like comfort so much that even the imagined
discomfort is not agreeable to me. The letter made me laugh;
it was a real work of art.

I wish I could have seen Sonnenthal with you. I should have
enjoyed than I did Faust in London, given by Irving and Terry.
Terry was graceful and charming. But Irving steaded and totally

May 12, 1894

Ruprechtssner Allee 21
Bei Herrn Müssig
Strassburg

Dear Bentley!

Thanks immensely for all that information about Polygon.
It will doubtless be of great value to me when I begin on that
subject, which will now be seen, probably. Just at present I
am interested in the history of Philosophy, but when that begins
to fall Polygon will be my refugee. And I feel quite sure it will
interest me, now that my general interest in scientific method
is so much greater than in my absolute, Platonic, Cambridge days.

I, too, am in the mood for disinterested reading but I have not the
capacity for such an expenditure of Zweckmassig energy as you seem
to have for I call twelve hours a day grinding on one subject disipa-
tion when it is done for love of it (as in your case), stupidity
when done from a sense of duty. But I really envy you for your power
of batting; if I had your strength I would do it, too, specially as
lately the Woman has been bothering me again - not in body - I mean
the woman not in body, - but in Vorstellung. I work all I can to
keep her down. But I can't work enough, somehow, to tire myself out
every day. I should really like to do, and the passion to investigate
the town comes upon me at night very frequently. I am more uncomfort-
able in that way at present than I have been for four or five years,
and I attribute it to the general sensuous over-development which
paintings, statuary, music, and Life have caused. My nervous force
is not enough to balance my sensuous material, and I feel now that
with me it is a question of a long and doubtful fight with myself
or a permanent arrangement with a woman. In the former case I shall
lose time and do little work; the latter arrangement is hard to bring
about and for a time at least would be a more radical disturber than
the aggravating fight. Any new light which you might have on this
point is most welcome. I wish I were thoroughly grounded in Physiol-
ogy and Pathology and I could then act more consequently.

I was sorry to hear about your eyes, but twelve hours a day is
sufficient cause. Let up a bit for awhile, and take walks in the
country.

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May 12, 1894

Howl, by the way, did your affair with Truda turn out?

I hope you will carry out your plan of writing thesis and remaining a while longer in Germany instead of returning to Hopkins. Even if you took no degree in Germany Hopkins would never be too late. However, I will admit that a bit of selfishness is at the root of my advise, or it occurred to me that in such a case we might be in the same place next winter.

From your account, nevertheless, I should imagine that Germany is more alive than Polycon matters than America and a year or more would drain you rapidly sprouting comprehension of the field into definite form. In America, of course, you could read any books you wanted, but there is, after all, the great advantage in seeing, at least occasionally, the men who leadingly represent the ideas in which you are interested. Away from them their ideas will seem colder, more abstract, less important than they do now, for now they have a man's personal warmth and will behind them. Such an Entfernung is a good thing ultimately but not until you have felt the pulse of the machine. Perhaps you have done that all ready - that is for you to judge.

Your anecdotes of Bougle and Ahlwardt were interesting. My regards to Bougle and tell him not to forget to send me his Simmel article. I believe I told you that I had a very interesting dinner at his house in Paris and met some interesting people.

Thanks for address and thank Felahn if you ever see him. I don't know his address.

I am glad your sister has decided for Cambridge. It will interest and instruct her there for a while. Keep me up with the dates of her plans and I will latter write one or two friends in Cambridge, and send you your sister's letters.

Remember me, too, to Allin and Haas. Tell Allin that I was able to look for antiquarium books in London only once, as I was so busy there, and that that hunt was unsuccessful.

Ziegler is becoming dry; he is a little too clear and pedagogical - what I liked at first, coming from a vacation and eager for scholasticism and bloodlessness.

Knapp remains satisfactory. He has been talking about the French Revolution in scathingly German fashion.

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Windelband interests me more and more. His treatment of the history of Philosophy is strikingly good - especially in comparison with Ebbinghaus's fragmentary copiousness. Windelband is very careful in thought and he seeks to give the causal stimulation of the different systems. I mean he tries to show under what general determining circumstances Pythagoras, for instance, lived in thought, and of what importance to our thought such old half-metaphorically expressed ideas have when translated into something which seldom occured to him.

I saw a play last night - my first night out - Sudermannas Ehre. It contains some clever scenes from the point of view of representing certain phases of pleasant life. But the universal interest of the play is much less even than that of Heimath, for the moral situation is most accidental. The general point of the thing is that each strata of society has its own moral laws, its own ideas "Ehre" and that such often conflict with one another.

Well, Well - as the expression of an immediately felt Weltsenschreibung, one similar to what you have heard me express before - here goes: Life is more and more wildly interesting to me, and the necessity of earnest and energetic attitude towards it, formulation of it, is even more forcibly brought home to me. It is splendid raw material, is life, which each one of us must form, make definite, subject to his nervous egoism. Some of us have structures which cannot stand distruss, but even for them the process of failure may be interesting, provided they understand there is a process going on at all.

Forgive this dreol

I am reading Paul's epistles with great pleasure. It was a queer mixture of poetry and hard thought.

June 1, 1894

Ruprechtssuer Allee 21
Bel Herrn Mussig
Straessburg

Dear Bentley:

I have finished re-reading your letter of the 16th, and liked it even better than the first time. Your faith in spontaneous purity is interesting and I think I share it with you. I should like to meet your natural American girls.

I wish I could have been with you on your walk - it seems to have
been rich with aesthetic and economic - or rather social interest.

You write in a surprising optimist vein, and I inver either that
the war did you good physically or that you have been grinding out
a new philosophy.

I went on a day and a half wak, too, a few days ago. I had been
feeling miserably for a week, with bad eyes again, and I thought
I'd try the tiring out process. So I rode to Baden-Baden - only
an hour and a half and tramped for about 12 hours anoung the pretty
hills of the Black Forest. The weather was fine and I became quite
inspired, tried to sing, recited poetry, ran, sentimentalized about
the objects around, admired castles, quaint old towns, drank beer,
and had a generally aesthetic - animal time of it. But it tired me
rather too much, and I was unable to do anything for a couple of dyys.

My life here has been wholly unexciting - no events of any kind
narratively have happened. I have been able to read pretty well -
Lange, Mill, Signart, Kant, Windelband. I have partially read - and
the lectures I enjoyed thoroughly. Knapp and Windelband proved really
good. Indeed, Windelband seems to me best man I have heard in Germany.
His knowledge seems accurate and wide, and he has vigorously synthesized.
He knows it so well that he treats it rather lovingly - there is, indeed,
a decided aesthetic interest to me in the power and warmth of his treat-
ment - I mean in his lectures. He is a kindly jolly man, too, and likes
his cigar and beer.

Do you remember a man named Hickson, who was in B<sub>er</sub>lin last semester?
He is at the same pension with me and we generally eat together.
I see quite a good deal of him at lectures and we often take a stroll
together in the p.m. H<sub>e</sub> is the only man I know at all fairly here,
but I find it difficult to get much satisfaction from him. H<sub>e</sub> is a good
enough man, but he is obstinate without being particular weighty, and
so I find that our conversation consist - in self defense - in laughter
and trivihlities.

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I know a young German, too, at the pension who is all softness and innocents and who is a beautiful exponent of the Gymsnasium graduate - I fancy - swears Bismarck and uses morality as his Mastab of quality. He reminds me of my sensatönns when I fist fead Schiller three years ago.

A German girl of 30 is the last person at the pension of any interest to me. She is worldly, independent and something of a flirt. She has so much consummete gawl that she has made things embarrassing several times. Today I was sitting on my veranda, smoking your pipe with gentle satisfaction when she passed by on a sroll, on proceeding me she instantly said "Komman Siemit?" - Like so may other women of a different class. Luckily (I wanted soon to read) I was in a careless attire which went as an excuse. She makes constant demands of the kind on me and Hickson, too. And although I am sorry for the girl I don't feel like making a noble sacrifice of myself for the girl.

I have so listless lately that I have done little writing and no general reading, but have given all my little energies to Philosophy. I shall leave the Munster which I like extremely well before I go and the small but good gallery. Parts Munster are good as any Gothic I know. The transept, very leftly, produces a intensely religious, mysterious effect - more purely so than anything I know.

I got a note from Mrs. MacGregor a day or two ago announcing their intention of visiting Strassburg for a few days. I am not feeling so grimly anti-social as we fell in Berlin and shall not object to see something of them. I have come to the conclusion that I am a social beast. Most people tire objectively as I am ceasing to be very adaptable, but some body is an necessity, I think. Therefore, as I have so often told you, I shall marry if circumstance are favourable.

Six of the Semier members kneped together last night. Windelband was there and amused me extremely with his gossip about his contemporaries. Berlin minuteness of sensation - measuring came in for some really keen satire, and Ebbinghaus was neatly denounced. He talked, too, at some length of James, Royce, and Munsterburg. He says James has treated his subjects better than any one else, but that the subject is not unlimited in its possibilities, that Royce is a fine chap, etc. He fears that Munsterburg is lost to Germany and what he calls philosophy - that is to say that under James' influence he will remain in the domain of physiological psychology.

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He drank rather freely and laughed even more so. It was pleasant to see a really cultivated and strong man able to be so boyish and pleased in such a simple way. The existence of such men in Germany speaks well for what they will bring about here in the future. If we can only build up a form of civilization where mind and body go lustily hand and hand and play each other no scurvy tricks we shall realise the Utopia.

Remember me to the boys.

I wish I could talk longer but I am barran at present. It needs
your genial presence to thaw out my encased G_muth.

Ruprechtsauer Allee 2
Strssburg

June 25, 1894

Dear Bentley,

I enjoyed your letter of the 17th, and was much interested in the
curious Goethe story. If you get a copy please send one to me, what
are the proofs of its authenticity? Does it read unmistakably like
Goethe? Was he an old man? He must have been to think of his bridal
days, as he was married only late. If he wrote it and if it rated a
real experience of his (even if he did not really experience it) it
shows a curious weakness in sentimentality, I think. Not because he
likes to embrace girls indiscriminately, but because he shows such de-
plorable intermination. When he had the girls so far it was mere weakness
not to continue, as his not doing so was not for the girls sake, but
evidentially merely to cook up a finer sensation at the thought of his
fidelity. The idea is vaguely good, that even physics rebells against
certain violations of sentiment, but I feel doubtful about the meaning
of the thing and would like to read it.

I think you are progressing with the sexual, in connection with
your latest remarks about it and the Goethe episode. Let me say that
I believe too, that marriage is a very imperfect and in many of its
actual elements outworn institution. I should personally far prefer liv-
ing with a woman whom I wholly liked without marrying her. It gives the
possibility of a really finer and more complicated relationship, and
takes away the idea of compulsion which is annoying to highly organized
beings. Then, too, many could live together profitably for awhile and
profitably separate, and the woman, for protection, might be endowed
at marriage and each child at birth. I shall do so if I ever meet the r
ight woman, a woman with intellectual tastes and a temperament similar
to mine, which I can hardly expect to happen, however.

But though unideal, marriage way be now necessary and even perma-
nently necessary. Some restraint, we all agree, is necessary, and so
we don't want to abolish marriage for the crowd, but to modify it. It
might we well to limit marriage, say, to two years, with of course the
liberty of renewing it but with no stigma attached to its discontinuence.
Children, as soon as born, might be endowed or something similar. But
I believe that the most vernunftig way in going at the thing is to try
to modify it in some way, not merely to cry out for its abolition.

I was very glad to hear that you have bagged the $500 fellowship,
glad that you have bagged the money, but sorry that you can not stay over
here longer. I think you are peculiarly fitted to get much from a
continued stay in Europe. You are working many things out now, things
of special and of general importance to you, and, as you know full well
America just now is not a feeding place for a philosophic or scientific
man. In your Fach, if you stay longer you may better, there being no
pressure on you to develop particular things for the special end of
lecturing, grow into just what you like and can do best. This sexual
question, for instance, or some other social thing, may assume tremendous
interest to you provided you don't immediately tie up your time and
energy with practical work in an American college.

I think you undervalue Haas, his intellectual size is not great I

July 14, 1894

Ruprechttsauer Allee 21
Bei Hermann Mussig
Strassburg

Dear Bentley:

Thanks for the Tagebuch which reached me several days ago. I was interested in it, but doubted his authenticity - not on account of the centents but the form. A great number of lines are very poor (don't you think?) and only a few seem fair. The last two are very good, but may have been inserted from Goethe's other work. The objective tone of the thing is worthy of Goethe and indeed he may done it in a careless moment. It struck me as being very Schershaft in places, and the moral seemed rather gratitious - good but not particularly relative or impressive. Did you and Habab decide that it was genuine. I suppose Habab thought so or he would not have shown it to you.

A day or two ago I sent you a number of the monthly with an article on Santayanas' poems by my brother. He takes the poems, as you will see only as a starting point to express his Weltanschauung. You can readily understand why I did not like the article, although it seemed to me very well written. It advocates, however, something too negative and aloof to suit my present mood.

My parents are unfortunately traveling in England and will get no letters from me until they reach London, so that I cannot yet write you definitely about my movements, although I think it is more than probable that I shall be able to go down to England way for a while - or possible farther into the continent. I will keep you up with my plans and I hope you will me with yours, as they become more clear to you. Have you absolutely no thought of Europe for next winter?

I am at present thinking rather favorably of Leipzig. Wundt is there and Windelband is enthusiastic about Volkert. He says he is "Ausserordentlich tuchtig". If I don't go to Leipzig it will be either Berlin or Wien. I should not hesitate to go. Everyone I meet who has lived in Wien is enthusiastic.

I have been reading Plate with great interest lately. Phaedros, Protagoras and Symposium (Schleiermachers translation) and enjoy the Symposium particularly as it deals with love from almost every possible point of view. You would be interested in brushing up your

July 19, 1894

Ruprechtsauer Allee 21
Bei Herrn Mussig
Strassburg

Dear Bentley:

I write now to answer your questions about Paris, although as yet I can say nothing new about my plans. I think, however, that I shall be able to meet you in Cologne, or else where, between the first, fifth or sixth of August. What time will you be able to get there? Before leaving Berlin, let me know how I can catch you with postals on the route.

Of course, when you get to Paris, you must not think of taking your meal in your hotel or boarding house, but get them around in restaurants to which Baedeker will help you essentially. If I were you I should take coffee at the hotel but no other meals. The restaurants in the Palais Royale and Duvalles were my steady habits; they are cheap. You better try now and then, for the sake of experience, those on the boulevards near the Opera House which are expensive but swell.

I can recommend a bully restaurant on Boulevard des Italiens, Diner Francais is the name (you can find the number in Baedeker) 4 francs for dinner, including a bottle of grape wine or good beer, as you prefer. I went there when I felt like eating and didn't object to 4 frans. On the Avenue Del'Opera there is a Brasserie Universelle where you can get good French beer and bully cold things.

As to hotels or lodging places I cannot tell you much. My hotel (3 francs for room cheapest) on Rue St. Roch (very centrally located) is gone up, closed. There are several other hotels on the same street, probably similar places. It is a small street, but right against the Louvre, Tuilerie Gardens, quite near the Opera and the big Boulevards.

I am told that one can get a room in the Latin Quarter furnished apartments for a franc or even less a day - near the Luxembourg, the University, and etc., and not more than a half an hour from the Louvre - you might get one, indeed, right over the river from the Louvre, quite near (ten minutes or less). If you don't mind the higher price I should recommend a small hotel in one of the small streets about the Avenue Del'Opera and Louvre as it is most central. I really know nothing of lodgings, but I have heard they are much cheaper.

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July 19, 1894

 Hotel Binda (English and American) Rue de l'Echelle, expensive
but perfectly situated.

Bougle told me of a hotel du Cite d'Antin, but I did not look it up and know nothing about it.

If you want to buy photographs or paintings while you are in Paris,
the best and cheapest place and good photos. is AGiranden, 15 Rue
Bonaparte, (in Quartier Latin).

You know all my general interest in Paris, such as picture galleries,
buildings etc. When I see in Holland I'll fill you up with those
again. The Louvre before everything merits your attention, and you
will find the Luxembourg significant. Look at the chambers of the
Hotel de Ville (mural decorations) and visit the Opera House at an
evening performance. Study Louvre (buildings) Notre Dame and St Chapelle
and go to Versailles for a day. Take a steam boat ride up to St Cloud
and climb the heights to see Paris. Wander in the gardens and Bois de
Boulogne. Sit at night on the Boulevards and drink and watch - or go
to the Cafe des Ambassadeurs (respectable). Folies Bergères (also
demi - respectable), Moulin Rouge, Bal Bullier Casino de Paris (these
three not respectable). If you get a show see the Theatre Frangais
Company in something by Corneille, Racine or Moliere. See them anyway
if you can.

When you are out near the Luxembourg go to Avenue de l'Obserвatoire and see Besnards mural paintings in l'Ecole de Pharmacie. Look at mural decorations in Pantheon. Visit the picture shop I wrote you about from London (if you have the name) but I have forgotten the name and street. There may be friends of mine there at the time; if so I'll know you down to them, if you want, though you will be press for time, in spite of the fact summer is Paris's slow time.

The question of interest me, but I have
no clear ideas about it as yet. Aristotles classification with few
modifications lasted until quite modern times. In very recent times
Wundt's attempt has met with most attention, I believe,

Windelband has suggested a new principal of classification - in his
Rectorate address of this year - now published in pamphlet form.
I have not seen it nor did I hear the address, but I believe it is
soubt the latest. It goes out, I have heard, from a broad division
between sciences having as their object general things (or rather
general relations and so comparatively permanent) and those having
as their objects particular things, events, etc - and these latter
are about exhausted by the various historical subjects. It's sig-
nificance lies in the fact that generally a science has been supposed

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impossible which merely had to do with imperical successive data
as such.

I am glad you enjoyed a day with Miss Dodge; I am sure it delighted
her. I find her interesting. She is intensely self-interested,
but so frankly so, and so originally so in a way, that I rather rejoice
in it.

I am glad you gave Moore a card to me. I should like to meet him
in Leipzig, Berlin or Vienna. I have come to the conclusion that
some congenial companionship is an necessity.

Keep Browning, with my blessing. You may send me the Berlin Baedeker,
if you will, as I may need it some time.

Does Tebbetts return from America?

Remember me to the people I knew in Berlin, whenever convenient,
and let me know your dates as they become apperceived, so to speak.

I shall leave Strassburg with a very high opinion of the University,
but with joy of getting out of the town of which I am heartily sick.
It is perfectly dead. I have not seen a live person - who lives here -
since I have suffered here. They don't even drink with any spirit.

Yours,

Hapgood

Verona

September 16, 1894

Dear Bentley,

Yours' of the 6th got safely at Cadenabbia and I was glad to get it, though sorry that you are at present (or when you wrote) rather pessimistic again. I was disgruntled in London too: perhaps the town is the cause of it--it is so disunified that one feels there is no centre, no meaning, in life.

When you get to Baltimore you will find, I hope, that you have a whole mine of impressions of your year. You are probably tired now, a little satisfied in various ways: but wait until your long years of digestion come! You will want more food then.

I enjoyed ten days at Cadenabbia immensely. The lake is a very fine one and the weather was wholly delicious, which gave a good opportunity for the enjoyment of plant, hill, air and water for which these almost tropical lakes are famous.

We are now on our rapid way to Venice where I shall stay two weeks. Parents are in a hurry and my visit to these smaller Italian cities is therefore short: but delightful, I assure you. First Milan where the big arcade gave me a new serious of architectural idea. A few things in the Brera are fine, I thought: two Mantegrias (altar piece and Pieta), two Crivellis, and I liked the Raphael, too, but not so much. The Leonardo (Last Supper) surprised me, as I had supposed it ruined. I formed the expression of the lines amazing. The faces are largely ruined, but the attitudes of the figures are nobly dramatic, and the motif is a tremendous on. I was interested in an old painter there with a wooden leg, who said he had spent his life in copying the Last Supper. We must be a devoted soul.

We went next to Bergamo, perhaps the most interesting town I know. The people and architectures are fascinating and there are several splendid pictures by Lotto (Bergamo was his home) Burgognome, Prevatoli, etc. Two large altar pieces of Lotto are the best of his work that I have seen. They have wonderful freshness of color and strength and vigor of combination, and beside the psychological merit which we know so well, they have a dramatic splendor which would surprise you--used' as you are to his portraits and single Madonnas only.

At Breselia I was introduced to Moretto, most of whose best work is there. He is a great painter. I think, with sweep and freedom of line often reminding me of Titian and a deep sensousness of coloring often suggestive Bassano. His Madonnas are lovely, voluptuous women, but I found little or no intellectual or soulful quality about him. At Breselia I saw one of the finest (perhaps the finest) town halls I have seen and a wonderful Greek victory--a bronze beauty, tenderer and more graceful even than the Milo, if not so strong and cosmic.

I got to Verona this morning and have seen nothing yet except the architecture, but that makes the town the most interesting of any I have ever seen with the exception of Venice. Fine palaces of the 15 and 16th centuries of the Renaissance, good gothic (of the Italian kind) and a marvelous Roman amphitheatre:

It has just occured to be however, that you will have little to fasten what I might say into--not having been here. I will write you

however, if the mood comes, anything which may throw new light on men
we know in common--which, by the way, are most all the painters I know
well.

I think I shall finally like Titian very much, judging from the
effect I got today from the only picture I looked at--an Assumption.
But I got there a fine composition, a regal impression of grandeur and
religious mysteriousness, an impersonal largeness and feeling of type,
rather than individual, which I think gives more interest to me--per-
haps in proportion as I lose interest in my own personality. And then
his coloring of course, adds tremendously. One can hardly say how much
of the total effect is due to that magical influence. Oh, I forgot to
say that the Milan cathedral disappointed me. I could see nothing--
after the first blinding moment--but motiveless splendour and endless
detai.l. Perhaps if I knew it well I would change my opinion, but to
hunt for its soul would be like searching for a needle of haystack
fame, I think.

Somehow I have never felt so barborous as I have on this Italian
trip. Perhaps because I feel more keenly the gracefulness and beauty
of the art objects and the nobility even its paupers. Nobleness--that
is the word, I think: everything here is noble to me, the simplicity of
the architecture, the manners and above all the touching beauty of the
beggared people: old women, young girls and little children, all some-
how touching, attract and move me in a curiously chiding way. It is large-
ly sentimental, the feeling of mine, due doubtless to present state of
comparative despondency, but it is vivid quite often.

I am glad that you got the same impression of Paris chippydom as I
did. Certainly they are more attractive and self-respecting then the
Berun sisters. I think I have seen more in these morth Italian towns-
at lease I have not recognized them.

I got the same feeling from Roman cathedral as you did, but it
does not seem to me so typical of humanity--now that I am in Italy.
In the north, in Germany, France, England and America--certainly human-
ity is struggling discontently and vainly (perhaps) for some kind of
unity. But in the south--in Italy both in their art and in their lives
(and I think probably in the balance between the various emotions and
instincts often individual) there is relative completeness. Also is
a very norther structure in expression, a beautiful Renaissance build-
ing--say the Libreria in Venice-(or to take what you know the Town Hall
in Antwerp) is a very different thing as far as expression gives and
seems to point out a totally different set of human elements. Take what
you will as typical, that is a matter of the taste of each one of us.

I have not the catalogues yet, but either Berlin or Leipzig. Send
me what Berlin addresses you have, as I want to begin by being tentative.
Will write again before you sail.

Yours,
Hutchins Hapgood

Venice, Italy

September 22, 1894

Dear Bentley,

I have delayed writing my last letter before you sail in hopes
of hearing the name of your steamer, as I wished to give you a send off
there, but not knowing when you leave London I dear delay no longer.

Your beer-card made my mouth water. It called up all the eloquence
of the life we have had a taste of in common. It does not cover by any
means, all the interest we have had together, but it revives the mem-
ories of much enthusiasm, much intense though hazy feeling and unbounded
good fellowship.

It also contains ground for a dispute and when could we not conjure
up an intellectual fight? "London lacks" you say, "the superficial
lucidity of Paris." Somehow I feel that is, though it may be true, a
faulty criticism. I can best get at what I mean by an illustration.
Take a work of art, a great picture you say the Staalmeasters. Why do
we like it and call it great? The thing that makes it very great is
that it has the unity, the quiet grasp, of one set of ideals, the peace
of condition and exclusion in it. You feel that one kind of beauty, one
general line of Anschauing is completely disengaged from whatever might
jar. Art is selection from a certain standpoint. The sculptor sees the
statue in the formless stone, and frees it from its enclosing chaos. The
poet and the painter are interested in and emphasize some elements, an
idea suggested to them from a mass of raw material. London is a raw
material of the world to me, like any heterogeneous city, that we know
in America or in Germany. With the exception that it is much bigger.
It has a big vague interest which the universe has to us, for it may
suggest anything, full as it is of unrelated elements. Naturally, there-
fore you couldn't expect it to be lucid any more than life is lucid.
The difference between London and Paris is, roughly speaking, the dif-
ference between life and art. All the crude elements of actual life is
presented by the first, in the second we feel more or less general suc-
cess in emphasis. One is aware of life and shadow, of the attempt at
tone, at the desire to reconcile what is possible and exclude the rest,
a comparative homony. Life is perhaps a bigger thing than art, but it is
no merit, I think, to a place to be like all the rest of the world. What
makes a place interesting is some sort of distinction, the sense that it
has aifted, selected, and decided for its own interests, its own person-
ality as distinct from other personalities. Paris is more lucid, as you
say superficial, if you will, but so is art more superficial than life
in that it expresses (any one work of art) only a part of life and is
much more easily understood by us than life, for a work of art is life
interpreted for us by a temperamnt (Zola pretty nearly said somewhere).
So you see (or perhaps you don't, I am not very clear, I fear) that I don't
object to your statements, but only if you intend it as a reproach to
Paris or a merit of Londons'. Venice the most interesting city in this
world to me, has only little life indeed in the London sense, though it
is full to overflowing of the work of men who lave expresses in lasting
ways what their lives meant to them.

But, slightly to change the focus, do you know Paris? I feel that

I understand the French far less than I do the English, Germans or Italians. Like a work of art they are simple if you can grasp them from the center, but unless you can sympathize pretty completely you can't penetrate them. I at least, feel much towards the French as you do towards Raphael, as if there must be something there, but so closed a system that my world hardly overlapped. I am still in the state where the French stir my curiosity more than anybody, for I feel that they have a central something of which I have not got.

I am again surprised by Venice. The sense of its wonderfulness is really almost painful sometimes. I must, however, decidely modify the last line. All beauty has its painful element as it suggests the unattainable, but Venice beauty, perfect and almost universally distributed (the city of vast work of art) as it is yet remarkably satisfying, due perhaps to the richness of material and decoration, simplicity of architecture and comparative lack of gothic. I can stay in St. Markes with great pleasure and yet with entire peace. It is particularly inside, miles ahead of any building I know. It is a jewel in detain and its golden domes give it a largeness and symetry of space effect which is quite all we could want, I think.

Talking of architecture reminds me of Verona, where I believe I wrote you that I saw a great Titian. I saw a great Mantegna there too, in the only completely romanesque church I have seen and a well preserved Roman amphitheatre. The town too is crowded with fine Renaissance palaces, and has some interesting medieval buildings, so that altogether you want to remember Verona when you come over next.

If you find yourself about to go to Chicago or Boston at any time while you are in America let me know. My class now is pretty far in the past, but there are yet a scattered few who maybe accessible to you if you feel disposed. Particularly do I want you to meet my brother in Chicago though there is no telling how long he will stay there. He is about giving up law for journalism, newspaper work or teaching a nd he may be in Chicago only a short time longer. He writes more cheerfully now that he has made up his mind to get out of law.

Next summer I shall hear of your taking the degree. The correspondent event for me is probably later, certainly more unsure. This winter I want to get to work on my thesis if possible. It looks now like Leipzig, the men are so much more what I want, though Berlin would be socially much pleasanter, I suppose.

On what line, I wonder do you return? I wonder if you will meet a Wirmeskirche or a Kuntz on the way back. Bon voyage, and a speedy one.

I feel really rather queer" (as Jane Dodge would say) at your departure. You are the only man I know intimately on this side, and our intimacy has been rather complete. In fact, I think you know me better all through than any other man. With me at any rate, in this case intimacy has not bred contempt, for I have liked you steadily better, with one or two short periods of irritation, since I met you on the boat.

Since that time you have seemed to me to have grown tremendously. You are far firmer, and surer of yourself and of what you want, I fancy than you were then. At any rate you seem to me much maturer.

You have had a good year. May you have a succession of better ones.

Berlin

October 14, 1894

Dear Bentley,

I am back in our old stamping ground, mainly from inertia and general fatigue of always going to totally strange places. I am at Mrs. Gerlings, Wilheim str. 49 for a month at least. You better address Deutxlee Bank as I may change. I have great comfort here, but it may prove too expensive. I have been here a week, have seen Nhab once and have been with Allin a good deal. He has just finished his thesis and is about to hand it in to Stumpf. It seems very good to me. We went to the theatre last night, drank Weisbie beer afterwards and talked about you and old times generally. Allin is a good man but much more sensitive than I had supposed.

I wrote to you from Venice, which letter I presume you got in Baltimore. I had a very pleasant six days from Venice to Berlin. Saw some Lenbachs (about 15) in Munich which first revealed his real power to me. I now deem him a very great artist. Saw a very fine Beoklin at Leipzig and conclude that his imagination is a bit running out. This was painted many years ago and seemed much stronger than some recent work I have seen. Saw also an interesting statue of Klingers at Leipzig which in view of his other work is interesting. Also saw there the original Rauchs Goethe-head, and didn't find it so much better than copies as I had hoped. At Munich I saw some absolutely disgusting ceiling painting by Cornelius. Crowded in composition, cold and formal in expression and tame in color. I don't understand Grimme's liking for him, except that Grimm belongs to another generation as far as point of view is concerned.

Simmel reads this year over recent philosophical theories, pessimism, and sociologie (Geschichte der Familie) I shall hear him, Grimm and Wagner mainly I think and do my own reading and philosophy. Hope not to hear many lectures in any case.

Haas is in Italy and Tebbetts are unheard from as yet.

Allin tells me about a man named Weyl, whom I judge to be a cross between a fool, a boor and an interesting man-if there be such a thing as triple copulation.

I was much interested in your letters about England, two of which- 14th and 28th. (from boat) I have not yet acknowledged. Your description of the bad side of London was very vivid and I shall use your letter for pointers when I next go there.

I know no good modern expression of the John the Baptist idea, and I fear the background of feeling necessary for such expression is gone by. The Italian Renaissance was a time of prophecy and hope and I fear that the elements of our civilization which come into expression are not such.

I think I disagree with much you say of cathedrals, although I didn't know the England ones and the French city slightly.

You speak of the fearful, cringing, superstitious quality of the French and German cathedral. That is quite true, I think, but I should not say as you do that the French is equally or more so than the German. The French cathedral is brighter, as far as I know it, and its lateral facades and well defined stories give it an effect of measure and peace which the perpendicular, confusedly German gothic has not got.

You say that there is as much difference between early and late
Gothic, as there is between early Gothic and romanesque. I might have
agreed with you if I had not seen the perfect Romanesque church at
Verona. I think now, however, that between Romanesque and Gothic there
is a distinct difference in kind, in idea, while late Gothic is nearly
a debasement of early Gothic and when it has any genuine expression it
is similiar to the early in the general lines. I don't know that I
can express my sense of the difference between Romesque and Gothic-in
feeling I mean, but I should say that the former seems steadier, more
composed, more thoughtful, more comfortable and self-sufficient, while
the latter is struggling, confused, moving, unrestful, for your eye
finds no stop, but only continuance, endliness of repetition of the
same tendency.

I have seen Jane Dodge and she had much to say of you. She
evidentially liked you and wished me to remember her to you. There
have been some good additions to the Old Museum, notably a fine singorelli.

I am, as very often of late, extremely unexpressive and I shall not
try to prolong this drool.

Hope that you are well fixed in your new and old quarters and that
you find great comfort in old friends and old scenes.

Yours,

Hapgood

November 19, 1894

Berlin
Johannis Str. 23
Bei Frau Welker

Dear Bentley:

Your letter of the 28th of October suggested so much to me that I answered now in spite of the fact that for the last two weeks I have been in a perpetual state of eye ache and general depression - perhaps in consequence of my general ability to realise my ideals.

That part of your letter of particular interest was your interview with Adams and what he had to say of you and of your ideas in general.

I think there is a good deal in what he said - not in his personal use of you, however, - or at least only in part. To take you up first and then go to general principals. That you can be pessimist and bitter no one will deny but from that the conclusion cannot be drawn that you have no "heart". You have heart in the sense that you have feeling for human life, as your interest in art and in political economy indicates. The pessimism and bitterness spring, I believe, partly from accidental circumstances of your personal life, partly from that very sympathy with humanity - which makes you take its dark side to heart.

There is, too, only part truth in the charge that you have a big head. I should be inclined to call it too much reliance on the opinion of the individual. You stand in a rather skeptical attitude

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November 19, 1894

towards tradition in art and science, and, denying of authority,
you naturally assert your own opinion more than you would if you
care for history and origin.

I must reject the last statement in toto that you will end in
ruin to yourself and to whatever you touch. Europe and the broaden
influence of culture cannot harm a man who has such strong practical
tendencies as you have. You are naturally a worker, naturally
interested in concrete relations, naturally usefull and whole Europe
might injure a man of less practical energy it will only make you
unhappy for a time, but will ultimately recede to a distance where,
without bothering you, it will yet enable you to be useful in a
much bigger way, I think.

In general, I believe Adams was right about the desirability of
adaptation to background. Total and hasty, often incoherence
because unworked, reaction against one's surroundings generally
can result only in the disaster of the kicker. To be really effec-
tive for change one must stand on the same general basis as one's
fellow, and modify them only gradually and from a sympathetic
standpoint. When one understands the society in which he is
thrown he will find much that he likes and his efforts at modifica-
tion will be kindlier and more sensibly and consequently more
effective.

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November 19, 1894

From general hints in your letter I infer that you have been
rather rearranging your life in some respects. I am about
to ask a question which you can simply ignore if you desire:
by that I shall know that I have been too free. It is about your
engagement to be married. I should like to know if that still holds
and if you are satisfied. Last winter I thought some times that you
seemed unhappy occasionally when you thought of it. It is not mere
curiosity which prompts this question, but elements of interest in
you are interwoven.

About myself I have little to say. My general nervous health is
not good and my work does not satisfy me. I am trying to read up
English Philosophy from the point of view of the developments of
the race will problem - a historical Orbit - but as yet have hardly
seen light as far as method of procedure is concerned.

Tebbetts and I got on well together, thou it is curious how little
centemplative interests we have in common. Practically, however,
we are agreed, that comfort is good. He sends his respects and
insists that "Das Leben ist schwer".

We have had one large bat since we have been in Berlin, in which
we managed to get arrested for about an hour, but got off all right.
When we meet again I shall have some amusing things to tell.

Yours,

PAOLI ORCHARDS CO.
PAOLI, INDIANA.

March 16, 1916

Dear Keith:

That country newspaper has started for you--slow, but that is
proper for this paper. In the present issue President Wilson's is
the murderous hand behind Villa. Once not so very long ago the low
price the farmer's wife got for eggs and the high price she paid for
shoes were both blamed on Woodrow in the same issue.

The staff weighs about 240 pounds and is about 60 years old.
It gets a shave every Sunday morning, and argues with the barber until
it considers the shave close enough to last till the next Sunday. The
only time it ever had a good word for a Democrat was when Tom Taggart
was indicted in Indianapolis. That was evil treatment of a great and
good man because T.T. and his French Lick are in this county and own
both parties. There is also a compositor and a gasoline engine

A year or two ago I would have been full of joy in introducing
Brother Lingle to you, but now I can't see it. I am so native that
I am finding difficulty in avoiding even the "them is" 's of current
usage.

It ought to be to laugh under present circumstances.
Instead of stripping off my orchard property I have just bought
another eighty acres a mile north. Instead of completing an offered
sale I am bargaining with a young Purdue horticultural lad to join me
and run it with a view to a later partnership. Instead of traveling
eastward in the spring I shall still be pruning trees, I suppose.

Our spring is much delayed, our work far behind. When good weather comes we shall probably be overwhelmed. But if the Purdue man joins us a time will surely come not very far away when we can loosen ourselves

To get back to the editor, he doesn't talk much or work much or even make out any many bills. The only positive quality he has is his teetotalism and prohibition earnestness. Once upon a time somewhere in America there was published a peculiarly good summary of conditions under prohibition, and I remarked to Ann that if I had a country newspaper and was a prohibitionist I would apply the reverse method to Orange county, breeder of insanity and consumption, and get plenty of material for my poiper. It ended in Ann's betting me that the editor would use such an opportunity and my betting that no matter how carefully revealed to him he would not. I won.

Did Hutch ever have a large Maltese cat get into his house eating system and die there, and make himself fragrant through all the pipes, but locatable nowhere. If he didn't, he has yet something to learn about the possibilities of the Dobbs Ferry establishment.

The old sow ate another one of her pigs yesterday. Our sow has not yet found her calf.

Ann joins in regards to you both,

A.F.B.

PAOLI ORCHARDS CO.
PAOLI, IND.

Sep 10, 1925

Dear Neith

"To grow apples requires a slight madness:--an adoration of the fruit, a desire to make gifts of it, an inability to comprehend that a gift of apples is not the highest mark of favor that can be shown. At any rate I want to send you a basket of rimes, which you probably do not have in your country and which will be good if kept from the cook till they turn yellow. They must go by express and I have not a handy express address which will enable the all-accomplishing man at the cross roads to pick them up for you with plenty ease.

Will you send it and make me glad. The basket is ready.

X marks the wood pile which I did not split.

I wrote Hutch that if he came to Indianapolis I hoped you would come with him and stay here.

I do not know what I think of a man who fails to buy a little house for $400 at the suggestion of a charming lady. Be it the worst, so be it. My one longing is to be houseless, landless, concernless. When I achieve that, back will swing pendulum, and X will be at Rinhmond but by then you may all be fled.

As for apples I loaded a car this afternoon placing every one of the 516 baskets with my own splintery hands. As to book, it is not looked at or thought of and cannot be while I am here. Morning

Sheffield Inn
A Quaint Old English Tavern

958 NORTH PENNSYLVANIA ST.

Indianapolis

Dec 22, 1928

Dear Hutch

Maybe our plans will match up this year.
I cannot possibly finish all the work I had in mind
and I am getting tired, and I think I will give
it up for a while. "Vienna first"s sounds good
to me, and the middle of January likewise.

Best wishes to you all.

I will probably see you in new York soon
after you get there. I imagine it will be the
4th or 5th when I arrive,

Affectionately

Bentley

Indianapolis

March 1

[1925]

Dear Hutch:

I have your letter from Meran, and glad of it, though I would
like it better if you were in better health. I wrote you I think to
Marseilles, but maybe it missed you.

I have been hoping to get east about spring vacation time and
see Neith and your family a little, but I do not know whether I will do
it. I will have to be here till 15th anyway, and may be kept longer by
some kind of arrangement about house and orchard.

Had a very amusing trip west. My brother gave me a new line
of contacts, and at Pasadena I mixed in with the Mt Wilson crowd, and with
some others. Came back through New Orleans. I have been working t
three months whenever I got time on an analysis of 90 socioeconomic
establishing the various ways they used individual and social, and the ways
in which spatial and non-spatial values overlapped. It has been an aw-
ful mess but will be done in a few days. The thing did last summer
and probably told you about, for I thought well of it, has been rejected
everywhere I can think to send it in this country, so now it has gone yto
England. But I am getting some kind words about the book from Germany,
and the London Times gave me most of a column.

Susie and I are getting along much as ever. We seriously
discussed action a few months ago, but she has a lot of entanglements as

you know, family and other: and the more I inspect the entanglements
the less desire I have to become involved in them. Probably won't.
Susie is alright, but so is life alone.

Everything in a business or income way is as bad as it can
be with me. Which is not true. That merely means that a few
things are annoying, and orchard and farm absolutely rotten. I wish
I could get out of it all for good. Then I sure would be in Europe
quickly and finish up your trip with you.

Affectionately
A F B.

Paoli

Oct 6, 1930

Dear Hutch:

We have just returned from a 4000 mile drive that took us over a month: starting out for a visit to Nebraska, we added a week's visit with people I wanted to meet in Austin, Texas, and a few days stay in New Orleans. I ordered the Hornibrook book you spoke of, but the dealers said they could not get it in America and sent to England for it. My own muscular dis arrangement is well on the way to cure, not by Jacobson's technique, but by my own application of the results of his investigations. It was a case in which excitation of one muscle involved excitation of many (and often of all) of the rest, this involving excessive fatigue and reducing efficiency, and in my particular case going so far that permanent tensions resulted, so that I could never throw off the fatigues, and even slept in rigidity; this last explaining the early morning excitability which several times when we have been together have caused you an amusement which I by no means begrudge you. Reduction of the tensions required study of five or six different stages of relaxation, and it is only within the last few weeks that I have got so I can lie down and rest in anything like a normal way. If you have friends in anything like this condition, I can give them valuable tips--I suspect Justus What's-his-name in New York of needing it. Indeed I suspect half the people I know of needing a little of it.

In especial gentlemen of our age who bewail decreasing efficiency in that region which they value as beyond price, may often find that by reducing these general tensions, they can so relax the muscles they do not want to use at vital moments of their careers, as to have plenty of energy left in the muscles they do want to use. It is no easy job in a bad case however. Any man of sufficient intellectual experience can however read Jacobson's Progressive Relaxation, and his articles in the Amer. Journal of Physiology: and then if he finds his own case in the general class which Jacobson deals with, and will take the trouble, he can find a way. Jacobson's technique is, in my opinion, designed for Rotarians, D.A.R. ladies, and other similar stupids.

PHANTOM HILLS

PAOLI, INDIANA

May 6, 1931

Dear Neith:

It is scandalous to report that I have done no
Hornibrooks for a month. Either I got strong enough to
kick a dog, or the growing weakness of age inhibits. I
will have to look in to it.

We have been hoping to see Hutch here. Last
time I heard there was possibility of another Kansas trip,
and of a stop-over. The spring is beautiful, and I am
enjoying spring-times more directly than I used to, or, at
any rate I am acknowledging the enjoyment more.

I continue to have numerous excitations in the
mathematical sociological line. All that is wrong with
them is that they would contaminate a letter

The rural districts are a little less hungry
than they have been. I doubt if the mid-western cities
are better fed. Next winter there should be official
blood-letting to cured thinned blood. The machine guns
and the poison gas seem to be in the wrong hands, but as
one farmer hopefully remarked to me: "There's a lot of us".
However he has had no experience as yet in that sort of thing.

I suppose you are in New Hampshire again, and
I'll be glad to hear of the Sea Lady and others.

Affectionately

A.F.B.

PHANTOM HILLS
PAOLI, INDIANA

Dec 21, 1931.

At
Indianapolis

Dear Neith:

Perhaps the term Christmas has a different meaning
among isolated surviving groups of human beings, from
what it has in the standardized sections. At any
rate I send you a merry thought for your Christmas
morning.

I am glad to know you are seeding plays, and hope so
of them will find fertile soil. I have done a little
scattered "work" the last two weeks, nothing compelling;
and the first since August. Mr. Hornibrook Q. Hutch
should rejoice to know that my more essential muscles are
now again able to rotate each day in rhythm with his.

If you have not prepared your storm cellar, begin.
What is to happen next spring (short of divine interven-
tion) will make the last two years look like a fair day in June.
Perhaps it will not hurt the little folk any more severely,
but the Big Bills will howl. A few hundred dollars in
a sock is at last honorably indicated. The sock-fillers
of last year were merely premature.

Affectionately (in the spirit that should be)

A.F.B.

Paoli, Dini

Apr. 15, 1932

Dear Neith:

Here is the old campus come up from the depths to grunt: that is,
if that is where they come from and what they do, and, as the fellow says, if
there is any campus. A year ago last winter I had an overgrown
essay finished, or nearly so—all but a few trifles to restudy. Last
December I started to get it ready to make a typographically padded book out
of it, and now it insists on being somewhere about a three hundred page book.
In the mean time, I have been mostly missing. I told the printer man
I was pleased with it because it "builds: and you should have seen him bright-
en up. He knew the word because he writes "plays"--one would have been
produced, he is sure, if the depression had not come. He became a playwright
in his non-commercial hours, because having gone to Yale to study journalism,
and, or at least to become a journalist, and not finding any journalism, and
having once run across the campus with one hundred boys and Nazimova, or some
such name, it was the manifest thing to do. He is a perfect one hundred
percent business man, nevertheless. He was willing to make unlimited trips,
drive a hundred miles any day at a moment's notice, so long as it was a
question of getting the business. As to getting the book out by May, why of
course, since, deprecatingly, we haven't any business you know. However
he has had some of the manuscript five weeks and most of it several weeks, and
what does he care? Not a page of proof in sight. He breathes a regretful;
"it is going slower than we anticipated": but four or five men could set it
in a week, and he has a plant in at Greenfield that you can't speak of except
in terms of acres, it is so big.

We came down from Indianapolis a month ago, and while the season
remains cold, we have enjoyed it here. Much of the fruit has been killed
and much of the wheat, and the 150 odd hogs on the farm had better go to
market as quick as they can unless they want to sell at one-eighth of war tops
and a quarter of normal. And the extra fany sanitary milk bottled at the
farm has to go out at less than the cost of producing it, and lucky to get rid
of it at all.

The world did not blow up in March; it merely got the same results
in a temporarily quster manner. I hope you followed dear Herbert's
advice and bought a few automobiles as a patriotic duty. I wish he'd tell
us how to pay our taxes May 1. That should be easy, however: just trade in
the new autombolies we had bought. (My typewriter is idiosyncratic--but I
like autombolies better than automobiles anyway).

We had thought somewhat of driving east this spring, but now
evidently won't. I hope your writing has been pleasurable this winter:
I don't dare hope it is going to be profitable--for miracles seem necessary.
If I were the Lord, I'd get busy. The least he could do is to provide a
new savior.

Peoli, Ind.

April 17, 1932

Dear Hutch:

I take much the same view as you do about what is happening. You are not "exaggerating" at all, to use the word technically: the tendency and possibility is present. So far as its immediate radical development within the year, decade or generation, we cannot enumerate all the factors, and therefore cannot be specific. The water is on the way of boiling, whether the temperature gets up to 212 this year or not.

A year or two more will be very apt to wipe me out completely, with or without some possibility of comeback. Out of four sources of income three have disappeared, and the fourth is hampered. The taxes, however, remain, since my stuff is real estate. I have had to borrow on a life insurance policy in order to pay this spring's taxes: and if things had been as bad in the winter as they are now I would never have contracted for the forthcoming publication, even though it is not a very heavy expense, and is an important stage--next to the last stage--in the work I have been after so long.

There is no particular reason why you should be in touch with the Psyche stuff. It has too much technical matter in it, and is cut too short. The case is this. We have before us a set of extremely complex arguments all leading to paradox. Russell's great claim to fame (apart from his personality) lies in his attack. Hilbert, universally regarded the world's leading mathematician, since Poincare's death, has given twenty years to it. From my point of view the whole issue becomes very simple: only, to get my point of view, requires turning the whole language equipment inside out and abandoning all three canons of Aristotle, except for use in specified limited ranges. This does not merely mean formally setting them aside, but getting rid of their implicit organization of language. It is not done in a minute by touching a button. It has taken me thirty-five years, to make an experiment at it.

Do not think I am the avowed non-Aristotelian. That bird is Korzybski, with whom for some months I have had active correspondence: he having sent me most of his unpublished material. He is quite frank. Just as three or four fellows a century ago transcended Euclid, and as Einstein transcended Newton, so, thinks Korzybski, he is transcending Aristotle. He is welcome. In other words, as Kantor says: "He is a Pole. The Poles believe in fairies". I work wholly in a postulatory scheme: and my book is sufficiently developed so you can get a pretty good idea what it is about: even though you do not "get" it fully. I do not expect the latter stage from any one. I am probably still too defective in development.

As for the "future", if things go specially bad, I hope to see a group of men with varied scientific power and equipment, seize a waterfall or some power source, establish electrical defenses against chaos, and set to building from the bottom up: eliminating all that, from their point of view is an parasitic. And remember the world has Russia to fall back upon: since in Russia the attempt is being made to eliminate exactly those influences and controls which have ruined us.

Paoli, Ind

Apr. 15, 1933

Dear Keith:

I see by the papers you are having more snow--a lot of it. Ours is rain--endless rain for weeks--no oats in at all: and the reliable farmers report their fields are mud two feet down. For water to get so low in this soil is an achievement: mostly it uses cracks. What we need is no crops this year. To starvation from excess, add starvation from scarcity, and maybe the damn cattle will begin to use their muscle. It's a grand world to be in. I never hoped for it in this generation. Let Japan be Jesus. Let the books burn in Germany. Let surviving Rotarians be 100% American.

I hope your book hits. Write me when you hear what the prize-givers do, though that is---I was going to say, not the big thing; but then I thought of #5000, and fell flat in worship.

We continue here most of the time--brief trips to Bloomington and Indianapolis. I have finished sixty pages of essays and sent them to England--"Integration of Language and Fact". The thing's so simple, you'd be surprised; even if I have not been able to show it to anybo dy yet. What pleases me is that I think I am getting a little snap into my English, after wandering for years through weary verbal wastes. There are two more essays on the table to finish, and maybe a small booklet on a special line: and then I will be ready for what I conceive my main job, an economics. It is not yet the job I started out to do forty years ago, but it will probably serve for what time there is after 63.

However I am torn between joys. I would rather see the world blow up than finish the "job". There is plenty of action in either; but I believe my vote would be for the passive participation.

Regards to Hutch and your family,

Sincerely

A.F.B.

Paoli, Ind

Oct. 18, 1934

Dear Keith:

It is a sad, long time since I have heard from any of you. In time of war lines of communication should be kept open. I suppose you have trod all the measures of the Richmond dance --- the blueberry figure is clearest in my mind --- and are about to transform to Provincetown. Maybe you will do this winter what I can remember you have been wanting to do ---go south, where (theoretically) the shivers are lacking. If you do, let us know. My ambition runs far south. I have an old acquaintance managing a hotel at Miami Beach. I count on him to let me know how to hide out most comfortably, as he knows more about Florida swamps and vegetables than he does about hotels. My difficulty is as usual --- the manuscript that was supposed to be almost finished last spring is still in the finishing. No telling what it will be doing to me in the winter. It seems worth a little attention as to style, and I am trying to remove the worst excrescences of my manner of expression.

I am a little better off than I was last year, with a prospect of survival for three more years. The lease expired in the spring on my one property that still shows net income. The bad tenant proposed to cut the rental. I couldn't refuse that, but stood firm for a clause varying the rental in proportion to gross sales. Now--I guess to the surprise of both of us---on account of certain incidental happenings, I am getting a little more rent than I did before. The farm will lose a little less money than usual, which also helps.

Best regards to you all

Affectionately

Arthur

Paoli, Ind

Dec. 13, 1937

Dear Neith:

It is a long time since I have heard from you or Hutch--or
written you either--maybe longer since I have written. It may be
since we were in Florida a couple years ago. That trip came to a
stop unhappily. Susan became ill--some trouble with arteries--and
had to go north by train, and she was in the hospital several months
with a very slow recovery--now at last very well again. All things
became unjointed about that time.

My path is running along very much as it always has--there
is always the unfinished part of the last job waiting just ahead, and
a good certainty that when it is done, most of it will show up right
afterwards as still unfinished. But I have a much greater capacity
for sitting in front of the fireplace, not literally with carpet slippers,
but that's the idea.

I suppose we will go to New Orleans again this winter; we have
been there several times; it is not so warm, but it is a nice place
to be; all sorts of interests, among them pleasant eating. I should
say "pleasant eating still." Everywhere else the right things are
gone, but in New Orleans there is quite a bit left.

Best regards to Hutch; and I hope all the members of your
family are doing what they want to.

Affectionately

Arthur Bentley

Paoli, Ind

Feb 6, 1938

Dear Keith:

The fixed rule of my life is, when the weather is mentioned, to
let the other fellow tell me. I will break it just far enough to
contribute these data:

The New Orleans flower show is the middle of February.

The great outdoors displays of azaleas, roses etc come early
in March all along the cost from Mobile to New Orleans.

The Natchez plantation round-up is middle of March, and that
is probably 150 miles up the river.

Two years ago we had a small apartment with no heat but gas
thingumbobs set in the walls. Our gas bill for the first two weeks in
March, including all the heat we needed, and making coffee and eggs for
breakfast, was 17 cents. Probably we had the heaters on two or three
times early in the morning.

At Cluvverlunn (spelled Cloverland) a bit out in the suburbs
it is easy to see a hundred throats swallowing ice cream in unison in
February. You ought to know the town you are talking of going to is
N'yawl'nns.

My stuff went off Feb 1; and some revision went today; and
I may revise a bit more. Weather is around 60 degrees here. If
they
things stay as we are we may not go south. If we do go, I will write
from New Orleans; and if you go, and we do not, be sure and let me know
and I will send you stuff about where to live and eat, with various
addresses etc.

Hope your novel does what it ought to

Paoli Ind

July 28, 1938

Dear Hutch:

A horrible list of things Neith writes me about, you have
had. I had **one** carbuncle once and it was plenty. Among all the
things that I would not look forward to is prostate trouble. Strike
me pink. And here you are getting around and merry. It is the
finest testimonial to D.Rum I know. I occasionally use you as
reference for the salubriousness of alcohol; but this makes you
legendary.

Neith tells me of the book getting ready to appear. That
is fine. I don't know about it, except as I can imagine how your fer-
ments would work. And I hope one of you will tell me.

I have developed a more disgraceful means of inquiry into
the status of the parts of the universe that interest me, than I have
ever had before; and am lower in the estimation of my friends than
ever as a proper consequence. We are staying in the country
more of the time each year.

I am hoping you will get back into New Hampshire soon, and
will follow out the plan of going to New Orleans, or somewhere else
conveniently in the south next winter. Our thought is to go to New
Orleans somewhere around the middle of December. If Susan's sister
can drive down with us then, we will. Otherwise it will probably be
the middle of January before we go.

Susan joins me in very best wishes

608 Conti St
New Orleans La
Jan. 6, 1939

Dear Hapgood:

Your note just reached. Horrible for you to have all
these troubles, carbuncle and fire. Our sympathies.

I wrote you a note a few days ago. The weather thus far
has been all one could want---except that three or four days have been
too warm--around the seventies. I have been here once or twice in
the summer, but have never stayed here in the spring after middle of
arch. I am almost certain it will be delightful here from the middle
of February on into May. There may be weather hard on throats from
now for five or six weeks--I would rather expect it--but if this particu-
lar season keeps on as it is, one will escape it.

Mardi Gras is Feb 16 to 22--the celebrations, I mean, not the
Mardi. One must be settled well in advance, or pay heavily for that
week. We have what might pass for a pent-house on the third floor of
a building in reconstruction--not finished. We have windows on three
sides, and a "patio" roof about 20 feet square all our own. On one side
our windows overlook the parking (grass, shrubs, palms etc) around the
marble municipal courts buildings. We are quiet; have 10 cent and 20 cent
whiskey a few doors away; a policestation around the corner, and
are close to everything. Bed room, living room, kitchenette, dinette,
bath, and "patio": $50 a month. Two large rooms with "galleries"--
the old green, iron ones--on two streets, are being prepared on the
second floor, for a $60 rental I think. These rentals are high. The
Upper Pontalba building, historic and all that, and said to be stunning
in some of its decorations, have $65 for its apartments, but we have
never been able to find one vacant enough even to look at. I think
with a little time we could have found pretty fair at $35.

We shall be here probably till the end of February. We
got here in the beginning rush for the "bowl" business--which I am led
to infer has something to do with a thing called "football", and had a
job getting settled, especially as Bess Chipman was with us for a 10
day stay. We got one room efficiency apartments at 500 Bourbon
(fairly new building, everything furnished) which rent at $37.50 a month
or $10 to $12 a week--stayed a week or so. Heart of night-clubs, and
KEMMETH tenants mostly jig, sing, and toot people preferably practicing
step, whine and yowl work from 5 a.m. to 7 a.m.

If you come, be sure and let us know in advance. Have car
here. Be a pleasure to meet you. Not a bad idea to bring linen
and light blanket. Our apartment, for example, has all furnishings
except linen and dishes.

Our best to you and to you

A.F.B.

608 Conti St
New Orleans La
Feb 18 1939

Dear Hapgood:

We would like nothing better than to drive down to Key West, but we left Indiana in the middle of December, and I have a lot of income tax reports to get ready (not income reports--merely tax complications) before March 15, and we must go north. Perhaps next year. I have plenty of recollections of my own.

As to the eyes, there is nothing much to say. The right one is just starting, and is not noticeably blurred. The left eye is annoying, but can be handled fairly well by occasional changes of spectacles. It seems to be a rapid developer, but there is always a chance that they growth can be checked or will check itself, and there is no telling when discomfort will become great enough to make operation advisable. It is not so serious anyway. With sound physiques nearly all operations are successful; and for most purposes one is not hampered afterwards.

I have just finished three short papers--combined length about 30 pages, which have taken me over a year to prepare. They will appear in Journal of Philosophy during the year--the first one next month. They set up technical methods by which the "conscious" or the "mental" or the "behavioral" or whatever one calls it can be literally "seen," or "viewed," or "inspected" (and also put to scientific use) as located, *not* in organisms, (or accompanying "persons" or "personalities" or what-not, *but* as present as in situations which *comprise both* organisms and environmental things---primarily for perceptive cases, and by an indicated method of development (which involves my peculiarly contribution of the type called "personal") also for reflective cases. I do

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not do this primarily in terms of outpourings of my own rubbishy
words, EKK (although I have had to fall back on them to cover some
gaps) but so far as possible by interpretation of technical proced-
ures of Pavlov, Adolf Meyer, Kantor, Lewin, with the aid of averbal
hint (a bit of lucky phrasing) used by Woodbridge, and in the form
of an indicated situational expansion from the organically-centered
construction (pragmatic) of KEXIXEXHEEWEEX Peirce-James-Dewey, most
fully exhibited in Dewey's newly published "Logic." This is the
first direct construction I have ever arrived at. If I can succeed
in the next three or four years in elaborating the construction (and
clinching it) in my own primary field, the social-linguistic, then I
think I can answer your query by saying that I will be reasonably well
satisfied with the results of my efforts. HOWEVER, as you very
well know, while we can look forward with anticipated satisfaction
towards that which we are about to do, nevertheless, so long as we are
really alive, we look back with dissatisfaction on what we have done.
The trouble with most people I have known in my lines is that they die
with each page they write--they look back on it with deep satisfaction
as something to be believed up to in the future, no matter what forms of
modesty they may use to conceal it. Proof: How the corpse stinks
when you scratch their written page. As for me my past is mostly
vomit; and even though my raiment (sic) is spattered with it as I go
along, I am no dog to turn to it again.---even though I have hopes to
dog-end my days, as I have said, with the next job.

You have always been alive; the tone of your last letter shows
that you are still alive. What the hell anyway?

Our best to you both

Affectio nately

A.F.B.

Paoli

April 3, 1939

Dear Hapgood

I suppose you are still in Key West. I am sending you the first of the papers which, considerably to my surprise, is actually published. The point is--as a certain man you know, intimated-- the periodical very possibly did not exactly "get" what it was publishing. It might have got the point in the intervening period. I hope you understand that a small amount of interest in my work now does not encourage me any more than a large amount of the opposite in the past discouraged me. It is just as case of puttering along. However, you might interview me some day, if you want to know how it feels to have had a long residence in a technical world in which the entire landscape consisted of the ass elevations of gentry who held their ankles in their hands, and pointed their noses vigorously in the far direction.

We had a pleasant trip home and nice weather since we got here--cool, sometimes, but pleasantly so.

Love to "eith

Affectionately

A.F.B.

1 W. 28th St
Apt 403
Indianapolis
Dec. 11, 1939

Dear Keith:

I think I rate a letter to you this time. It is fine that you and Hutch have got south so early. Our plan is to leave here about Jan 8-10, driving straight to Key West, and expecting to stay two months. We shall be in Indianapolis till Jan. 2 (We have not got there yet despite the date line above, but go in a couple days). Then I need about a week here. We shall be very glad to have you look us up some places--indeed rent one if it seems desirable. We need two beds and room for coffee pot, bottle, and typewriter. We will bring blankets, but assume since you mention them alone that substantially all the rest of the needful is furnished.

I have not read the "Victorian" but have it available and intend to soon. I am an increasingly "hard" reader: fifteen minutes is too long to sit still except at my cogwheels. I was pleased to see some very good reviews--the New York Times--perhaps the Nation--I do not see many of the publications that would be in that line. Congratulations to Hutch. Marcus Aurelius (if it was M.A.) should have made his remark on the comparative comforts of aging, with reference to getting writings out of one's system, instead of with reference to whatever it was he referred to.

Paoli, Ind

March 9, 1940

Dear Neith:

Re. Cherry Bounce.

Take ripe wild cherries, wash, and put in jar.

Take grain alcohol, (usually 190 proof, and about $2 a
quart) and cut to where you want it. We cut ours to 95 proof.

Cover cherries with alcohol and leave her lay for a while:
we left our<sup>5</sup> for months, but I suspect a week or so is enough.

Option 1. Crush cherry stones and put in. We like the
added tang.

Option 2. Add sugar to taste. I think you'll find it
needs some.

Option 3. Dilute further to personal needs of self or guests,
promoting longevity of what-will-you thereby, just as Hutch does by
adding water to whiskey.

We had a pleasant and fast trip home, have had nice weather
since getting here, and found a couple of split couplings in the base-
ment, but negligible either as to expense or time needed for repairs.

Our very best to all the good Key-totalers.

Paoli

April 6, 1940

Dear Hutch:

I have agreed to attend a meeting--powwow--in New York April 28--a Sunday. I suppose we will drive, get to New York a few days in advance of the meeting and stay a week. If you happen to be going through New York at that time, let me know. We might have a little fabulous profit.

I never acquired Cowles' address, and I never asked him about the wine country around--was it Penn Yan? If he will give me a tip or two Susan and I will try a look at it, on our return trip west. And if the vintners have dealers, who sell to other dealers, who sell to sub-dealers, who sell to specialists on selling wine to people who are going to take it out of the state---as is the fashion of our fair land-- perhaps we can locate one of those end-links and bring some of the product home.

Our love to "eith

Affectiomately

Arthur

Mr H, tchins Hapgood

R. 3

Winchester

N.H.

Paoli, Ind.

Nov. 14, 1940

Dear Hutch:

Here's greeting to you and Neith as you flit south--or
whatever it is birds like you do in the way of migration.

Cowles, now, he has a way with him. First he reports
their very definite plans for six months ahead--then he is very sure
they never do anything except on about ten percent of the spur of the
moment.

As for us, I am not driving just now and Susan does not feel
much like taking it up again, because so we are not apt to get
as far as Key West (where probably there is no shack for a stranger)
unless on the chance my brother takes a run around in Florida and we
go along as passengers passing swiftl through.

Our best to you both

Paoli

Jan. 30, 1941

Dear Hutch:

Sending the other letters under cover through Keith, I remarked
it was difficult to go further back—and then that I would if you wished.
But successive tiers of collection brought out Susan's long desire to have
the storage space cleaned, and my slight curiosity as to what was there,
and the fact that I would never find a better time than now, and might
even profit by the occupation.

All the cases are out. One or two have been searched. Strange
things appear, like the draft and partial writing of a book in 1910 which
is just what I would like to do now if I knew enough—title. Knowledge and
Society—I had forgotten its starting.

Thus far the enclosed letters appear. I find them in
envelopes—which makes me doubt that it was I that got them, and so far
as needed I have attached the postmark year-date—still without looking
them over—so in time send them back. At 90 I am going to start some
kind of an inquiry.

Affecti hatetley

Arthur

Paoli

Feb 5, 1941

Dear Hapgood:

Here you are. It is probably all---though it may not be.
I have thus far only made a first approximation to sorting the corres-
pondence, though with clear eyeto your handwriting than to others. The
largest job, that of the manuscripts, sketches, and notes, is all yet to
come. This work is a Godsend in a way. It fills the passing time .
It is no doubt as useful as any youthful device pour passer le temps.

I have left the envelopes where I cou d not establish the
dating to note on the letter.

I am more than ever inclined to have you return this.

Our best to yout both

Bentley

Paoli, Ind

Feb. 15, 1941

Dear Hutch:

The paper you referto was called "On the Social Discredit of
the Sexual". It was a report submitted to Simmel's Seminar. I
saw it in the rubbish and bundled it up with items from Berlin days.
I did not have even a line read, because it antedates (I think) the time
when some influences entered that ought to be specified first. In
other words I have sketches from J.H.U 1894-5, which draw radical
contrast between subjective and objective, and which seem to employ
some kind of a "lump" consciousness.
The memorandum report is
apparently not very long. I could easily disembark it and send it to
you if anything in the letter you read revuved an interest in anything
that might have been said or done by anybody in those days. But I
think if you had a faint reviving interest you had better drop it, for I
am sure the thing would be jejune---though what the held jejune is, I am
not so sure. Of course I willlexaimne the paper if I live long enough
to get the contemplation attitude towards the seasluggishness of life
which I hope some day to get.

Our address through the month of March will be

401 East 19th st
Indianapolis Ind

If you want to get rid of the letters before the latter part of March, send them there. This remark is "just in case." You'd be surprised how the express office and the postoffice can muddle up things when I am away and a chance comes.

Paoli

Feb 17

1981

Dear Hutch:

Cheerio. Asininity is a humanspecialty. The rock is not an ass. 'he ass is an ass, solid on asses' feet. Man is asinine but only to the ass-minded. What shoots, recoils.

I think an extra drink will cure your Weltschmerz. As for me I can't look at my old record-whether of working or feeling--at all. But I won't call it asinine. It's more like vomit. You ought, I suspect, to be pretty well pleased with your own record.

I doubt if there are any more letters. The material is sorted. The only chance of more is a letter that has slipped in with others from different sources.

Our best to you both

Bentley

Paoli

Oct 5

Dear Hutch

Glad to hear you are in N.Y., and hope you find the place to
live you wish. I had an idea N.Y. was less crowded, and would not be
hard to get located in.

Thanks for your offer to look around for a place for me or for
my brother. I do not yet have any idea what we will do. It all
depends on him--whether he decides he can get away from his office for
a while, and whether his wife is a travel-possibility. If he comes
east it will be around the end of December. If he does not come, I
want to spend a couple weeks anyway in New York in December, or perhaps
earlier. Several things need to be worked on. One is a job
Dewey has undertaken on terminology, to which I am giving a little
help, and I would like to talk it over. But I am so deeply buried
in my other jobs I do not know what will happen, or when or how.

Which reminds me. I must have mentioned the Dewey project
before. For Neith may write my a wise-crack with a stinger, about
how could guys like me ever be satisfied with words like they are; or
rather, how could guys like me ever dream of words that would be kind to
them like that. Well, I sat down, and listed paradichlorbenzene, and
trinitronitrotoluolene, and butadiene, and all sorts of words you
see in the papers in war time as fully answering all specifications.
But they never got sent.

It is too bad Neith is not feeling as much better after the
operation as she ought to feel, if the Lord treated his "own" properly.
But it is plenty for us to be piddle around a bit, and remember that--
whatever the young ones think--we done lived once ourselves.

I talked with Bill on the phone a few weeks ago, and I am
going to Indianapolis to go to Indianapolis once more before winter,
and will push myself an opportunity to drive off the main road far
enough to call. at the farm. either going up or returning.

Love to Neith

Seattle

June 9, 1943

Dear Hutch:

It was good to hear from you even if the reports you had to make
were not so good. We were all very sorry to hear that Neith had
been ill so much of the winter, and that so many discomforts accumulated.
Best wishes to you both.

My lines have fallen in pleasant places, though they are not
what I would pick out by choice. I work adequately about five hours a
day free from interference, and eat and drink superbly--at any rate for me.
My brother and his wife are both in very bad physical condition, but they
are even worse temperamentally. She cannot read the amount to anything,
can only hobble around, xxx does not sleep well, and is greatly fatigued
on exertion. With all of which she has plenty of the making of happiness
which she throws away. Her hearing remains acute, her sense of tune and
time, and her musical knowledge (she was the mainstay of the Seattle orchest
for years). What does she do? She throws it all away. She listens to
soap operas, rotten radio programs and endless reiterative news reports
which she does not comprehend and loves to bombard other people with noise
from the radio. My brother would be fine if kept up by aid; but the
effort of being professionally perfect in manner the rest of the day
reacts on him when he gets home, and he grows aggressively dependent. He
always drinks a little too much; when it makes him jolly he is grand, but
more often it makes him as annoying as any one can be. Think of me as
the little bright-eyes cheering up the family. If I could work on them
long enough it might be possible to make them "look up and get down, and
lend a hand." But I have been here ten weeks and badly need a vacation.
I am leaving tomorrow.

While they are already demanding to know when I will come back,
my mind is set on New York for the first part of next winter, and I have
been trying to get them to think about joining me there. (Says he: do
you think we could live on $1000 a month?--my God) I do not think they
will come. But if I could be there half the winter and come back here
the other half--I would at any rate like the first half. So if you and
Neith settle in New York for a while, keep me posted, and maybe I can be
around. I do not want to be around the university regions, but well, down
about . Wash Sq. or thereabouts. I am reading adequately through my good
eye is clouding again a little--probably not seriously. I walk O.K.
but not at night very well except where I know the conditions; and I am
getting over the rheumatic hobbles. fairly well.

You ask about Dewey. He is back in New York; doing some work,
complaining of it, and of himself; and suggesting we take up a project
now and then considered for fixating a few terms about "knowledge."
You also ask about a second James paper. Tell me which one you got, and I
will send the other when I get home. Dewey suggested I do the job
double-barrerlled--one barrel for philosophers and one for psychologists--
in the hope that one of each would read. Though, as he remarked, the
gamble is bigger than on Wall St in boom days.

Best wishes and affection to you both.

223 Spring St
Seattle 4; Wash

June 18, 1943

Dear Neith and Hutch:

Maybe you have dropped me off your calendar, or maybe I have dropped you, or maybe I have lost a sense of time, or maybe we are all getting to be reluctant this-and-thats when it comes to moving our arms and fingers on keyboards in situations which are neither structural to our living or potential highballs. However I feel gay this morning. There is a philosopher named Savery at the university here. I fought shy of him last winter, and in the seven weeks I have been here this time I have not even been to the university at all. But there is an economical friend of my brother's who seems to want us to meet; but (leaving town on war work) he seems to have had no other recourse than to tell Savery I wanted to see him and to tell me some from Savery. So Savery, being an invalid, I call up and suggest I see him some afternoon. Says Savery (who may have thought I wanted a job): Is it a business call, or social? I gullupped like a fish, for I have no gold-brick to sell him and no hope of gin-rummy--no business, not social--so I concluded no nothing, and said: "Let's drop it." Thus in the higher reaches of the intellect.

On a somewhat lower level I asked a technological reference librarian to give me some historical references about a certain kind of fiction (call it X) which I shall soon demonstrate to be a fiction, and make much noise thereover. Foolishly I interlarded an unnecessary parenthetic phrase to the effect it was a fiction. From an infinite height he looked down on me, and said: "Yes, I had trouble with that myself when I was in high school." How the angels sing.

Some little while ago there probably went to you from Paoli a couple reprints--sole reason there insides contain a few wisecracks and a sputter of academics awfulness. I'll be back in Paoli in a few weeks.

Affectionately Arthur Bentley

Paoli

Jan 12, 1944

Dear Neith:

After a few days of slipper roads, everything has been fine here.
Give me four more days of it, and I will get away with cheers. Nine
days later I shall be anticipating first snorts in Seattle.

Dewey has sent some very useful suggestions since he got
out of the hospital, and I have worn off the flu-pain sufficiently
to get a little-a very little-work done. Dewey leaves for Miami
about now. The man in the hospital Hutch calls on turns out
blind in both eyes--though I think he was going to let some one experim
on him. From what I know about the business he might as well pray God.

Bess Chipman digs up recollection of PowersHapgood attending
Tudor Hall when a very small boy. Eleanor tells her Powers did; that
he was there a year and a half without knowing it was a "girl's school";
that when he found that out, he quit violently on the spot, and they
never got him back. I probably told you --or maybe I have not
written since I got here--my recollections of things past as much as an
hour are becoming vaguer and vaguer--that we stopped (I and two dames)
and called on Bill and Eleanor on the drive down here two weeks ago.
Dames much pleased at visit. Bill doing quite cheerful for the public,
and I imagine internally as well. Beginning to sense the compensations

My address will be--if you can remember me-- 1223 Spring St
Seattle 4.

8-13

Seeing 50-year anniversaries are frequent
these days, I happened to remember it is fifty years
since you and I first hit Europe

Fellow just gave me bottle ex ellent Scotch.
I lift a couple in remembrance

A.F.B.

Chicago

March 5, 1944

Dear Keith

Since I last heard from you I have been wandering. I spent
several weeks with my brother in Seattle, half that time with my sister
in Lincoln, and I have been in Chicago a week. Y'ought to send
Hutch on. Fred gave me a bottle of Sherman House special bottling of
bourbon, 1910. I am taking it to Paoli to drink. The manager of
the Hotel here (I am staying at Sherman) has a few bottles from the
old days. I expect to be offered real money for it, but not to take
it, because if I "tooken" it, I might not get any more comparable
presents. Fred had some similar bottling of the Palace Hotel, San
Francisco, which they wrote him about and offered $25 a quart. His
answer was to invite them to help him to hoist a few--but no sale.

I have been selling a piece of real estate for two-thirds what I paid for it. But it was a grand investment. It paid 7% net for 20 years. Now get out your arithmetic. Be satisfied with a 6% investment. The other 1% set aside for amortization and compounded just about took up the loss in the sale (apparent loss that is). Since then --for the last 10 years--the return was not so good, but it was more than 6% on the reduced valuation as amortized. Now that real estate was on the south side. It went through all the nigger-invasion troubles and the depression troubles. The long-term lessee got rich and then went bust. I did not get rich but I got 6% for the whole time, and my money back, without doing a damn thing except for a bunch of trouble at the worst of the depression times. If I were God I would take back all the real estate and give the people a chance--maybe they would have to turn into fish--who'd care?

Dewey finally got to Key West--(You go in by airplane now--and got hold of his Dey street house. I got two long letters from him dated 22d and 23d on the work we are doing, the last ending "more at once" but I have not heard since. One time he said he showed a little infection.

WHAT'S YOUR ADDRESS WHEN YOU AIN'T WHERE YOU ARE?

In other words when in doubt should I address you at <sup>4</sup>rovincetown
or at <sup>4</sup>inchester N.H.? Where do you live, anyway ? I know you
really live in your skins--but this is the conventional living I ask
about

Tell Justus that the next time I come to town I am going to buy
a basket, hang it on the doroknob of a restaurant and get in it and
sleep there till he comes to dinner---that is providing he is not having
pneumonia or something.

I will be around Paoli mostly for quite a while now

["Paoli", "May 28", "You old ichthyosaurus:", "Neith writes you had a birthday Sunday, and she figured\nyou up from 74 to 75. I would pretty near bet I could figure you\nup to 76, for you ought to be a x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x_x

Paoli

Aug 13 1947

Dear Bill:

Thanks very much for sending the letters which I am
returning. I am glad to know the children are all apparently
getting along well, and to know of Neith, of course. (I never
could write that name "Neith" without putting "er" after it. I
will write the Johnsons at Key West about her, as they seemed to feel
bad at never hearing (unless they have been taken on again.)

We are about to make a trip to Nebraska and Kansas--go in ten
days--probably not back till Sept 10.

We will both enjoy stopping over for a chat. We will do
it next time we go through. But who knows when? I have been
so hampered that I have got almost nothing accomplished of the type
I can accomplish, or "work." If I ever become a properly
running concern, I will move around as I ought to,

Bess Chipman is here and she said she met Eleanor down
town a while back.

Best regards

Faoli, Ind.

August 24, 1949

Dear Keith,

I was very glad indeed to get a note from Beatrix and to
know that she looked with kindness on what I wanted to do. I did
know that conditions were very bad but had not connected Luke with the
fishing industry, so tell Beatrix that I am pleased with it. It will please
me still more if you will put this additional check in the bank
against a rainy day, or against a rainy moment in any old day. And
if you will take my very special advice you will send it over to the
bank as soon as you receive it. You were sort of hardhearted when
I wrote you a year ago, and lets count this present check among the
events of 1948.

I have already implied, and I meant to say directly, that
the enclosures were for personal or family use. But tell Beatrix
that I am nuts on cooperatives except the kind that we have in
Indiana that get into the hands of Republican so-and-sos. If an
oyster cooperative has any chance of being formed I shall be glad to
make a contribution to it. Don't hesitate to let me know. That will
be a separate party. It is very literally true that I would much
rather have some of this money that I have been letting people give me,
start out again rather than stick around.

I had a letter from John Dewey today. He is at a mountain plac e
in western Pennsylvania. The doctors forbid him Key West and Nova
Scotia in the future, but he still knows how to land on his feet even
though birthday number 90 comes in October.

Affectionately,

Paoli Ind

March 23 1949

Dear Beatrix:

Your Uncle Bill wrote you the other day, and sent me a
copy. He did not get the idea at all. I would be glad if I could
assist Bill in any way, considering all the grief he has had. But
in general I am not dickering in'asistance, or feeling like it. The
case is different. Here is how it is.

Up to a few years ago I had all the hooks into humanity
(commonly called money or property) to carry me through to a terminus.
After the bumps of the thirties I did not quite feel that way about
it; but I had. Since then people have been giving me money and I
have been taking it. Mostly, of course, when they die. Mostly, if
they had pushed some of the money away before they died, they would not
have had nearly as much fear of dying in the gutter as they had; and
as a rule, the richer they are, the greater their fear of gutter ending.

Now I have a few old friends, not so very many, for whom
I have long-time memory. Most of them got less back from the world
than they put in. Some of them got plenty from the world, and it
would be pleasing to see them get more. All of them, I think, are
the kind that lived the way they wanted to and to hell with it. I
have located some of them, and pushed an occasional penny their way.
One thing I am going to try not to do, and that is let these fifth
degree removed things, name of a name of a dollar bill, accumulate
from Januarys to Decembers. --except, of, course, nominally as the
swing of price-ratings moves up and down, which means little anyway.

Take this Neith. I have not heard from her for a long time.
Last winter I met two of her old friends; one of them at least she used
to find a lot of amusement in--neither of whom has heard from her for
years. She used to like gin, and she used to dislike cold weather.
Now if I could send her an extra bottle or so of gin (Bill told me a
year or so ago she had quit using it, but I hope that was window-
dressing), or if I could send her down south in the winter where she
could watch the funny people in reasonable warmth; or better still if
I could send her down waving a bottle in each hand (which was a type
of thing she never did, or could have done, to my knowledge) it would
be a pleasure.
Or, less seriously, take that book about seven
generations she was occupied with: Publishers are impossible; I have
the price of printing and never know the difference. The book Dewey
and I have been working on was under contract to appear last spring.
The type has been set sixteen months. The page proof has been given
final OK and the Index made. Yet who knows? Before they print
it they may a few sheets of a Sunday school tract mixed in. Or hire a
new editor who will try to "improve it". Between the last galleys
and the pages, I found three changes that could only have been possible
to a moron editor or a collapsing wall.

I was in New York the last time Dutch was there, and Neith.
Dutch was quarreling with his income tax return, and I am quite sure it
was not as fat in figures as it would have been pleasant to see it.
I am in a damned awkward position. I don't need much income. If I
tried to spend more than I need it would interfere with my work. It is
a nuisance to keep it. I can't even given it away with comfort. I will
not give it away with dis comfort. If Neith can help out I will like
it

With best wishes

Paoli

Nov 20 1949

Dear Neith:

Have I failed to write you since your note telling of the
death of Vaso ? I am sorry. Life is cruel. There are spots
which break whenever they become happy enough to call perfect. Spots
of living, I mean. I know several. Old times they spoke of demons.
Now there are laws of probability. But demons are easier to talk about
than mathematical probabilities.

Your old friend, Dewey John, writes that he is still pretty
tired after the festivities. For several years he has had times of
inactivity in which he just rests. Which makes it all the more
remarkable how much he gets done.

My own case--you asked, and maybe I told you--was a diagnosis
of heart trouble and a hundred miles in an ambulance to a heart specialist
who said it wasn't. The heart specialist said it was cerebral hemorrhage, which it wasn't. I have an old friend, a retired surgeon
in Cleveland, who knows more by mail than any one else by pill and
scalpel. He said it was spasms of arteries. So finally I went there
and got the thorough look-see, and some pills that make a new man or
me (almost a man and a half) so long as I keep taking them three times
a day in big enough quantities to make one Turn Red with Glow but not to
make one Howl with Horror. But no promises as to what happens if I
do not quit. I hope the world supply/runs out, but I am not too wild about
even that hope. Old fellow who once worked for me had only one kind
of report on measurement: "Thousands, but not so much either". What
old Papa Schwann said was "Souvent, but not too much at a time, if I
recall.

From this letter, inference seems safe I have just had a
handful of pills.

Affectionately (pill or no pill)

Arthur B.

13081 Gulf Lane
St Petersburg 6 Fla
Johns 19

Dear Neith

"Work" is the same thing as "energy" in physics. That is the kind I mean. It is about the same as action, or activity (I won't check up on the difference. No energy-outlay means no action, no life at all).

"Work" as a word you slap around means mostly (or is thought or intimated to mean) compulsory or pressing or forced action. That is NOT the kind I mean. One can, of course, keep alive, vegetable-like, rather than animal-like. However, if I am to be a potato, I would rather be eaten today than tomorrow. I reject both the inaction of death and the subsidiary contribution of the potato.

I have some twenty years of inquiry laid out all developing from my 1908 work, and from J.D.'s many sketches, and provided a technical aid through the D-B recent book. I have a political scientist in Washington making a considerable development out of the early government work; and a group of groups at Princeton and Dartmouth, and less heavily in three or four other places, proclaiming they are going to construct on the "transactional" basis we propose. I have six half-finished (or partly finished) papers on specialized lines, one of them striking direct at the toughest problem of interpretation we have in a great line from Kant through Mach and Russell and fifty incidentals, that takes form now as the organization of mathematics with physics.

Don't tell me to stop" work. It would be the same as to stop "joy". Only think is to get slow-pacing. And I have not done one single thing on the lines I mention for six months, while reorganizing the procedure. It's your own fault, by gum, you get so many words. You started it. Our best to Miriam and to you Affe tio stely Arthur

Seattle

Aug 25

Dear Hutch:

Having just about completed paper No. 1 with Dewey—all except some final checking between us—I am taking time off to remember that I know folks and try them out to see whether they still know me. Just for background all the standard logicians use neat little criss-crosses of pie-crust on the top of a putrid pie, and spend all their time telling how wonderfully exact their criss-crosses are, but never a word about the stink beneath. Dewey's Logic in a gentlemenaly way explored this underlying region. The logicians-proper sneer at him because he does not criss his crosses right. But what we are going to do to the six prominent American lay-outs, including Cohen and Nagel, and Carnap, is a "sight". Was it Coleridge who counted "nine and seventy stenches, all defined, and several stinks. Well—we gottem. Dewey says the doings is a not only revolutionary, but unanswerable—which allowing several hundred percent discount, for old age, joy, and come-back, still leaves something to grin about.

I have been here a month. If somebody cancels a reservation on a train and I get it first, maybe I can get away from here in two weeks—again maybe not. It ought to be delightful weather, but actually we have had only onesuch day—most of the rest mistyx. But the weather inside the liquor-clost remains good. If I could get this brother-bird of mine to N.Y. next winter plus the closet, I am pretty sure you would spend the winter in New York top—if you didn't, it would be your own fault. But he can't take it! However we can each buy a pint of the best from the state each week at prices close to the old prices plus extra tax. And as much rum and gin and liqueurs and wines as we want at somewhat inflated prices.

You will observe on applying modern statistical methods with a percentage of error not to exceed four times the percentage of brain content that a statistical sociologist has to the rest of the universe—that in the first paragraph I wrote about what most interested me, and in the second about what most interested you—meaning not all the time but a larger part of the time. Here is a tid-bit for Neith—though I see I got it two months ago—and may have had enough delight to mention it before—the way I find it now is that I am clearing the folder of the "unanswered" It is in a letter from "Elsie"—of De nnysylvania, Cape Cod, New West. New Orleans etc., and now of Washington. I had dropped them a line—that I might come through Washington some day—that if I did, I would spend there none but daylight hours— and that I would call them up.

I have this:

When you come to Dee-Cee be sure to drop us a card that we will be home. Would be delighted to have you stay with us, we have only one bed, as you shall see.

The only answer I know to that is that age would interfere.

Fred was talking on the phone to a Victoria woman who might possibly visit them here. I heard him say that she could have the other bed in Hatte's room. "Or," he went on, "you can sleep in my brother's room, but he is a pretty old man, and won't do you very much good." And that after the telephone censor had formally cautioned him to be careful what he said, and say nothing that would be of comfort to the enemy."

The main idea is, that I hope we will all be in New York next winter.

AffeVIoMately AArthur

Paoli Ind

March 27

Dear Hutch:

It is good to hear from you and to know that the gin and the
vittles still happily attend the ordained services in the temple. I
wouldn't be at all snooty about high frequencies of gin at present--
rather somewhat envious.

We are running along about the same. Taxes take up all my income,
but there has still been almost enough income to pay them. My last
long-term lease expires in July, and the outlook from then on has been
dubious, but the good God has moved in his usual mysterious way his
wonders to perform. My tenant was a chain store. One morning it fired
its district manager--he came to his desk and found another man in it.
To him and some other fired friends began to think of a chain for them-
selves, and rented a store next to my property for a started. Now the
chain can hardly afford to move: at least I am acting as though the
big bad wolf-skin had jumped from their shoulders to mine. When it is
settled, I will feel better--or worse.

I am doing triple the work I could do four years ago, as a result
of the Jacobson muscle technique, and am about done with a book, Know-
ledge and Behavior, in which I profess to attain direct observation of
"social" phenomena in small, close cases: doing away with all "abstracts"
and "concepts" and with all the current magics, whether of persons or
of societies. Maybe. And then maybe not.

We spent six or eight weeks in Indianapolis during the winter,
but otherwise are here most of the time. If work clears up, and if
lease renews favorably, we may take a drive east this spring, in which
case we will hope to see you. Susan is fine. Her sister is with us
for a few days this week. Love to Neith.

Affectionately A.F.B.

Paoli Ind

March 27

Dear Hutch:

It is good to hear from you and to know that the gin and the
vittles still happily attend the ordained services in the temple. I
wouldn't be at all snooty about high frequencies of gin at present---rather
somewhat envious.

We are running along about the same. Taxes take up all my
income, but there has still been almost enough income to pay them. My
last long-term lease expires in July, and the outlook from then on has
been dubious, but the good God has moved in his usual mysterious way his
wonders to perform. My tenant was a chain store. One morning it fired
its district manager--he came to his desk and found another man in it.
of a chain for
So he and some other fired friends began to think together themselves,
and rented a store next to my property for a starter. Now the chain can
hardly afford to move: at least I am acting as though the big bad wolf-skin
had jumped from their shoulders to mine When it is settled, I will
feel better--or worse.

I am doing triple the work I could do four years ago, as a result
of the Jacobson muscle technique, and am about done with a book, Knowledge
and Behavior, in which I profess to attain direct observation of 'social'
phenomena in small, close cases: doing away with all 'abstracts', and
'concepts', and with all the current magics, whether of persons or of
societies. Maybe. And then maybe not.

We spent six or eight weeks in Indianapolis during the winter,
but otherwise are here most of the time. If work clears up, and if lease
renews favorably, we may take a drive east this spring, in which case we
will hope to see you. Susan is fine. Her sister is with us for a
few days this week. Love to Keith.

Paoli

Sep 9

Dear Neither:

What I love most is to catch them wrong. Like honey to a fly
And all that's wrong in your letter (thus far) is three things in the first
paragraph. The car was locked--the thieves jimmed open one of the venti-
lating windows. The wine was locked in. The keys went to bed with me.
The damage was $235, of which the insurance company will not try to avoid
over $75 worth; and I have a friend in Indianapolis with my power of
attorney, and a garage man hired to act as inspecting engineer on the work

Sep 21

I seem to be getting the diary letter habit--and confessing
it makes me wonder if diary and diuretic are parts of a common system.
What I meant to remark the other day was: What's the matter
with John's politics? I know nothing wrong. Apart from aiding the
defense of Russell at New York college four years ago (everybody aided him
and everybody ought to have kicked him in light of what he --Russell--did
to Barnes later), all I knew of was his giving the Lafollette female
offspring permission to sign his name to something about Hollywood which
put himin wrong--he was a bit careless. Thus when I started the letter.
But I have a copy of the Journal of Feeblish Philosophy which quotes a
couple paragraphs from his introduction to a reprint of a Jane Addams
book, followd by some nineolemities of the adcademic tupe, wobble-
wording around over what H.D. had said. He made no contyibution to this
sym(ple)posium. I have not seen the book or his full introduct ion, but
I suspect he made a good common-sense remark on the basis of Jane Addams'
sound feet-on-the-earth attitude, and other people did the rest under
his name-----Or is it something else that has happened ? Not that I
care. He is doing pretty fine in his own front yard

Sep 29

Here is how God works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform
All summer the farm lady who got my dinners and cared for the house was
away from here with her husband making money. I had to drive to town
for "formal" meals--I mean regular things on a regular plate. She
came back with kid when school opened. Thatwas the day a thief in
Indianapolis stolemy car drove it out into the country. stripped it
and abandoned the leavings--known to cross word puzzle fans--at least
in old days--as "orts". So you see the minute I ceased to have a
routine way of getting to town, the Lord had Gladys come home. Praise
God, sang Theourite. I wish he (God) would stretch a point, however,
and get my car back to me, with wheels and tires and etc. It's five
weeks, and that looks like a Devil of a time.

I may be in New York a couple weeks in November. I shall
go to Seattle about the first of the year, if I can get an apartment or
hotel room near my brother's. He has been fr from well, and his wife
had had a stroke, and that is no time to be in their apartment.

Affectionately

Arthur

You wouldn't think John was too old for Katrina, wouldyou?

Re. Paragraph 3. All right. I knew
I was garrulous and repetitive. So God made
the ancient. But I did not know I would have
forgotten paragraph 1 before I reached #3.

Paoli, Ind

Oct. 28

Dear Hutch:

We were sorry not to hear from you again, and suppose you
are back by this time. I can sympathize with you deeply, though
helplessly, in the fix you are in. My friends with fixed salaries
and positions, mostly academic, are sitting pretty with cuts of 10 to 20%;
apart from them I hardly know anyone who is not knocked clear off the
perch. I shall eat as usual for another year or two, providing orderly
government lasts that long, which I more or less doubt.

I expect a copy of my book will go to you in a few days. It
could have been out Sep 1, should certainly have been out Oct 1, and I
have only just located the delaying factor. The printer borrowed
money on his contract: then he got us to pay pretty well up in
advance, and kept the money. Result, when he finishes the job and
settles up all around he will have to pay cash out instead of taking cash
in. Hence he has delayed. Thumb-screws are now being applied.

I shall vote Socialist, but with fingers crossed. One
term of power would turn our socialists into another Disrepudemic party
just like the present. They are a generation too late. One has
only to fiddle. The hill-billies of North Carolina will probably be
left to start a new civilization; though if too many of us go up there
for refuge even they will fade too.

Love to "eith

Affectionately

A.F.B.

2-10

Dear Hutch:

Gott im Himmel ! Gibt's gar kein Ende ?

XXXX

Cowles sens me a charming tile of the cat, Minnie.

From the opposite end of the country I get the not-so-
charming puppy story: A boy had three puppies. He named the
first Tiny because it was the tiniest. He named the second Curly
because it was the curliest. He named the third Paderewski because
it was the pianist.

Regards

Bentley

XXXXX

I am sending you reprint. You do not have to read or
read at it. It is the first of the twin-papers I was working on last
winter. The other is out, but no reprints yet

TO EDITOR:

Permission to make textual change withheld.

TO PRINTER:

After marking copy for compositor send to me for O.K. Before setting
A. F. Bentley
Pooli, Ind.

OF METHOD IN THE STUDY OF SOCIETY.

ANALYSIS.

Visibility in social facts. The record of things visible. "Personality" as merely one technique of seeing and recording: a poor technique at that. The many-language antidote for the absolutisms of each language taken alone.

Of method much is written. With method little is done.

Round-about ways of satisfying self, or others, that something
is---or may, or should, be--- as one wants it, are legion.

But for knowledge upon which all may agree good eyesight and
accurate words are alone required.

Visibility and language are the conditions of science---they are
its substance.

Nor are they in the end separate. As instrumentalities they
coalesce,

Visibility has been low in the social sciences. Facts have
presented themselves borne in personalities, the individualities, of men.
Through these personalities we have tried to look--as through a glass
darkly.

Terminology has been poor in the social sciences, drawn as it has
been from the language of every-day life---from the vocabularies of the
manipulation of one man by another.

But not the point of view of one towards another is what we seek:
rather the very processing itself of the ones-with-others. The every-
day language has been a hindrance, nor capable of purification.

THE CHICAGO RECORD-HERALD

FRANK B. NOYES, EDITOR AND PUBLISHER.

Saturday.

Dear Hapgood:

I was sorry I did not see you Thursday.

I have your manuscript in my desk waiting for you. I read
it through Saturday night, at one sitting. I remember having done a

thing like that just once before. You won't object to the
company it puts your Marionette in. It was Flaubert's salammbo.

The first few chapters seemed to be cold and lifeless, some of
it colorless and some of it ugly. Then as I got into the body of the
document it warmed up,--atmosphere in great chunks,--positively radiant.
The finish was fine too. The further I got the more I appreciated how
perfect a setting the first part makes, just the way it is written, for
the rest. When you get it published, it seems to me it ought to
exert a wholesome influence for some decades to come both over the
conventional kind of love in the domestic novel, and over the other kinds
of love, also conventional, in the problem books.

I have been tied up with other peoples' hospital stunts this
week, but see light. Can't we find time for a talk-fest dinner early
next week,

Sincerely yours,

Bentley

PAOLI ORCHARDS CO.

PAOLI, IND.

June 11

Dear Hutch

To my surprise, and also pleasure, I did actually find the memorandum I made while with you, and I am sending you a drink mixer and a cooling bottle, for neither of which I see use of my own.

The mixer takes its start with my brother, who, having never taken a drink as a young fellow without getting publicly drunk, has for the rest of his life never taken a drink at all, but who finds a certain temperamental satisfaction in providing materials and equipment for intoxication to everyone he knows, woman relatives preferred. It is a damn wise aunt that can visit his home without being under the table before she leaves.

The Stanley bottle was Anna's, and may remind you sometimes of the kindly thoughts she always had for you.

Would that I were young enough, my son, still to delight in the use of such toys.

Indianapolis

Sep 20

Dear Hutch:

I was glad to hear from you, and sorry to note the big wind
came right after you wrote. I hope no serious damage this time.

I am going to Paoli for a couple months. After that, I
would probably plan to go to New York for a couple montns, if living
quarters could be had. But I have heard the same as you have, that
habitations are almost unfindable. If so, there is no sense in
going. If you line up anything, and can provide something handy
for me, the deal would be on.

My brother's condition is the only thing in the way.
Certainly I do not want to stay long in Indianapolis, nor in Neb aska,
and the country is out of the question for the older generation all
alone in winter. Fred and his wife are much in the same shape.
There is not much they can do, but what worries me is that they do not
take advantage of what they could. Mostly sit and grieve. One
thing Fred can't eat very much--his weight is down from 180 to 140--
but why the hell can't he get a lot of special liquid nourishments and
build up. It isn't his gut that troubles, but hxx the mechnical effect
on diaghragm. Instead of hunting noursihment, he hxx seems to think
that if he can't chaw raw beef, he can't eat anything; and if he can
drink red liquor, he should, I agree w th the last but not the first.
They do me fine, and from all I can gather, they really like to have an
extra louse in the house. I had a sort of aseurance I could get
some kind of apartment or hotel room when I went out in July, but it
was impossible. The only thing that turned up was for w200 with three
bathrooms. We let it slide, tipped off an F.B.I major with wife, two
children, and no home but a room in barracks of some kind; but the
place had been snapped up before he got around in 15 minutes to asking
for it. Thus also Settlathrusta, along with Newyorkavich.

You know that heavy late Victorian phraseology that you
employ in this very mature letter you write---you did not get it from
J. Joyce---you must have got it from J Cowles. It did not strike me
till I looked over your letter to see if something more should be said,
and down an the last paragraph there was New Hampshire Jack sticking
out his head.

Affectionately

Arthur

Pao li

May 16

Dear Hutch:

We were both very sorry that you were so rushed and good not
go here. We had hoped to see you, but I had a strong suspicion that
you would have more than you could handle in the short time.

Hope the ranch business turns out favorably; however it is
unfavorable it is just in the class with everything else under the rule of the
most intelligent business leaders the world ever saw.

Regards to Neith.
I wish we had some plan of going east
this summer that might bring us your way, but nothing of the kind is
in sight

Affectionate y

A.F.B.

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Dear Keith:

Here is wishing Godspeed to Charles in
fighting that grippe. I hope you will still have
a chance to come on. I could drive you back.

I think I wrote you to Cambridge Monday that I have
no plans except to do about two weeks library work,
until the 29th, when I want to be in Baltimore.

Is Professor Perry in Cambridge? I
want to talk with him. I have spent at least two weeks--or less-- on his 700 page General Theory of Value published last year. I have made a three
page analysis of what I don't understand about it, with
appended references, and my idea is to write him and
send it to him in advance, and then see if he will be
kind to my lack of understanding, when I get there.

What is your advice, or suggestion, knowing
the man? The problem is difficult: his central

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hopeless to talk about it, without preparation:
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Dear Hutch:

Stick some or all of the above facts in your head or your note
book, and call us up when you come. Susan and I will be around here a
fair part of the winter, and probably for two weeks more on the present visit.
Bess suggests a standing invitation for dinner, whenever you come. Make it
for granted.

I hail "Forty Years of Drink", though I feel that I should caution
you that after another forty years, you may begin to experience harmful
effects.

I suggest a practical attitude, instead of an emotional,
to show itself when the book is finished. One of the leagues against
prohibition should find $5000 or so to reward you--that is, if there is $5000
left anywhere in the world after next "arch: it is problematic.

In the mean time, and awaiting more interesting things, I am again
getting a certain amount of action on manuscripts.

Paoli Ind

March 27

Dear Hutch:

We are running along about the same. Taxes take up all my income,
but there has still been almost enough income to pay them. My last
long-term lease expires in July, and the outlook from then on has been
dubious, but the good God has moved in his usual mysterious way his
wonders to perform. My tenant was a chain store. One morning he fired
its district manager--he came to his desk and found another man in it.
To him and some other fired friends began to think of a chain for them-
selves, and rented a store next to my property for a started. Now the
chain can hardly afford to move: at least I am acting as though the
big bad wolf-skin had jumped from their shoulders to mine. When it is
settled, I will feel better--or worse.

Affectionately A.F.B.