I am glad Frank took so well to your book. I have since wanted to read it over again, say fresh in the morning to better absorb its many compact and rich allusions toward your esthétique. Stupid and hasty as this letter is--I hope you won’t think I am satisfied with it. I’ve got so much on my mind that you must bear with me until a cool day comes when I shall not be so tired at night, nor the garret study be so hot as it is this evening. I enclose some poetry.[20] I think the first part of “Faustus” is about right now. Tell me what you think of the thing as a whole. Read it entirely over from the first so as to judge better of my graduation from the quotidian into the abstract, and tell me frankly what you think about it. I have been so close to the thing for so long a time that at present I cannot judge it _synthetically_ at all. The third part has not been even started yet. The other evening I had a hint for the speed that I wanted in something like the following [four] lines: -- -- -- --[20] But I have found nothing yet to satisfy me at all. It must be a dramatic comment done somewhat in a new idiom. I have got to search awhile yet for it. Meanwhile I have a homely and gay thing to show you that I did yesterday out of sheer joy, “Thinking of Bill----“, etc.[21] -- -- -- -- Joyce is being savoured slowly--with steady pleasure. Meanwhile I find _Enormous Room_ a stimulating article. It has taught me to better appreciate Cummings’ poetry--although the things in the last _Broom_ of his are, I think, boresome. _Since Cezanne_ by Bell has interested me a good deal. _Dominick!_ O yes! I think we both were bored with the climacteric after your departure. I have not seen him since! “The Bottom of the Sea” is too deep for me to model yet as I want it. I haven’t forgotten it though. 107: TO CHARMION WIEGAND _Cleveland, O._ _Aug. 15th, ’22_ Dear Charmion: You will be delighted to know, I’m sure, that the Anderson trans. matter has been settled. I got a letter from Huebsch last week saying that he had given Herr Reeck the rights--so _some_ letters got across the waters anyway! This suggests the mention that Anderson was here about six weeks ago while Munson was visiting me, and came out to the house for an evening. The man’s personal charm supported the impressions his letters had given me (we had never actually met before) but I have been very disappointed in him since he went down to N. Y. afterward and stirred up a petty rumpus in _The Dial_ office, about something that Munson told him [in Cleveland] on the subject of Rosenfeld’s position as a critic, etc. The story is not worth going into, but it showed Anderson to be surprisingly petty and malignant, not to say untactful. La-La! Well,--he hasn’t yet destroyed my taste for some of his work yet--despite that most of my friends don’t value his work above a Russian rouble.