Let me tell you that I simply delight in your beautiful and generous and
gracious little letter, and that there isn't a single honeyed word of it
that doesn't give me the most exquisite pleasure. You fill the
measure--and how can I tell you how I _like_ the measure to be filled?
None of your quarter-bushels or half-bushels for _my_ insatiable
appetite, but the overflowing heap, pressed down and shaken together
and spilling all over the place. So I pick up the golden grains and
nibble them one by one! Truly, dear lady, it is the charmingest rosy
flower of a letter--handed me straight out of your monstrous snowbank.
That you can grow such flowers in such conditions--besides growing with
such diligence and elegance all sorts of other lovely kinds, has for its
explanation of course only that you have such a regular teeming garden
of a mind. You must mainly inhabit it of course--with your other courts
of exercise so grand, if you will, but so grim. Well, you have caused me
to revel in pride and joy--for I assure you that I have let myself go;
all the more that the revelry of the season here itself has been so far
from engulfing me that till your witching words came I really felt
perched on a mountain of lonely bleakness socially and sensuously
speaking alike--very much like one of those that group themselves, as I
suppose, under your windows. But I have had my Xmastide _now_, and am
your all grateful and faithful and all unforgetting old Henry James.
* * * * *
Who wouldn't be proud of getting a letter like that? It was wonderful to
come across it again, wonderful how my chin went up in the air and how
straight I sat up for a bit after reading it. And I laughed, too; for
with what an unbuttoned exuberance must I have engulfed him! 'Spilling
all over the place.' I can quite believe it. I had, I suppose, been
reading or re-reading something of his, and had been swept off sobriety
of expression by delight, and in that condition of emotional
unsteadiness and molten appreciation must have rushed impetuously to the
nearest pen.
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