About _Ulysses_--I paid $20.00 for mine, that being the original subscription price (1-1/2) years ago when I ordered it. But I should never have got it past the censors and customs had Munson not brought it all the way from Paris in the bottom of his trunk. I know that already it is bringing such prices as $200.00-$300.00 (depending on binding and paper) in some places. Certainly I should never part with mine for any price. I feel quite luxurious! I got a beautiful German monograph on Etruscan art the other day. But the art books I ordered months ago from Halim (Bremen) haven’t yet arrived. God knows,--I suppose the postoffice found something “obscene” in the Japanese landscapes somewhere, or the Chinese temples--or the Egyptian monuments!! --/--/ 114: TO GORHAM MUNSON [_Cleveland_] _Oct. 12, ’22_ Dear Gorham: --/--/ Today also brought me the most prodigious book on Egyptian sculpture that I’ve ever seen. Of course it’s German,--one of the books I ordered from Halim (Bremen) months ago. I shall gloat over it many hours. Looking it over gives one the impression that the children of the Nile completed every possibility of sculpture long before the Greeks began to work. The latter added some architectural features, in figures they only added a few rondures and a certain humanity that is less evident in the African forms. It’s largely the spacious austerity of Egyptian art that particularly hits me. --/--/ Williams wrote Bill [Sommer] a memorable letter accompanying his check (for $25.00) in which he said that Bill got under his under-drawers!--and went on to say that he was potentially greater than Marin. It has heartened Bill wonderfully. Such a letter was worth more than the plaudits of a hundred Rosenfelds. I’d like to meet Williams! (Repeating this statement so many times won’t do any good I suppose, but there’s that directness about the man that I know I’d find cleansing.) I’m sending off “F. & H.” to _The Dial_ today. I’m impatient for the money--besides that I feel that it is complete and might as well be out and aired. Having it around stagnates new ideas for me. Allen Tate sends me a good poem, acknowledges myself and Eliot as his models--calls me mature and perfect--so that now (with a grain of salt) I feel vastly superior to Matty. I feel quite jolly tonight! -- -- -- -- O Hell! what can you expect with a gallon of sherry gone since Sunday! It’s as smooth as Prufrock and is only supposed to be sold to _rabbis_ for religious purposes. Rabbi Crane! What strange conversions there are. I’ve been reading Rebecca West’s _Judge_ with much delight. She’s the best exponent of the old novel form I know, and she has fine pathos and a certain cleanliness that is more than neatness. “Codes” are interesting after all. As a rabbi and upholder of document and tradition, I applaud. -- -- -- -- 115: TO GORHAM MUNSON [_Cleveland_] _Oct. 25th, ’22_