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American essays; American literature; Kilmer, Joyce, 1886-1918 -- Correspondence
And right by the tower-door is a
big statue of St. Nicholas of Bari, in his episcopal robes, and hopping
around his feet are two little bits of babies he saved and brought back
to life after they’d been cut up and pickled. Very nice! You’d like
it! Pray to St. Nicholas for me, and to St. Stephen, St. Brigid, St.
Michael, St. Christopher, St. Joseph, St. Anthony of Padua, St. Teresa,
and all our other good friends in Heaven, and love me.
JOYCE.
* * * * *
April 21, 1918.
Dear Aline:
I am glad of the auspicious beginning of Eleanor’s romance. I would
so regard it, for I cannot understand the interpretation which makes
marriage the termination instead of the beginning of a splendid
adventure. If there should ever be the perfect novel of love, it
would begin rather than end “And they were married.” Would the phrase
continue: “And lived happily ever after”? I doubt it--but that depends
upon the definition of happiness. I know that you dislike the symbolism
which is the basis of Coventry Patmore’s greatest poems, but I think
you will admit that there is this truth in his idea--the relationship
of man and wife is like that of God and the soul in that it must be
purified and strengthened by suffering. Also--to put it on a lower
plane--Eleanor is enough of a poet to take some enjoyment out of being
the wife of a soldier gone to the wars--or Irish enough, which is the
same thing.
As to the matter of my own blood (you mentioned this in a previous
letter) I did indeed tell a good friend of mine who edits the
book-review page of a Chicago paper that I was “half Irish.” But I have
never been a mathematician. The point I wished to make was that a large
percentage--which I have a perfect right to call half--of my ancestry
was Irish. For proof of this, you have only to refer to the volumes
containing the histories of my mother’s and my father’s families. Of
course I am American, but one cannot be pure American in blood unless
one is an Indian. And I have the good fortune to be able to claim,
largely because of the wise matrimonial selections of my progenitors
on both sides, Irish blood. And don’t let anyone publish a statement
contradictory to this.
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