Our talk was very intimate--Charlie told us the complete Pola Negri story--which “romance” is now ended. And there were other things about his life, his hopes and spiritual desires which were very fine & interesting. He has been through so much, is very lonely (says Hollywood hasn’t a dozen people he enjoys talking to or who understand his work) and yet is so radiant and healthy, wistful, gay and _young_. He is 35, but half his head is already grey. You cannot imagine a more perfect and natural gentleman. But I can’t go on more now. Stories (marvelous ones he knows!) told with such subtle mimicry that you rolled on the floor. Such graceful wit, too--O that man has a mind. We (just Charlie & I) are to have dinner together some night next week. He remembered my poem very well & is very interested in my work. There’s nothing else worth telling you about since my last letter. I am very happy in the intense clarity of spirit that a man like Chaplin gives one if he is honest enough to receive it. I have that spiritual honesty, Grace, and it’s what makes me clear to the only people I care about. 158: TO HIS MOTHER [_New York City_] _Oct. 12th, ’23_ Dear Grace and Grandma: --/--/ It has been a very busy week. I have not seen Chaplin as I expected to, he has been under the weather up at the Ritz -- -- -- --. But Jean Toomer, Margaret Naumburg and Waldo Frank have been very much in evidence, and to the extent of a very fine home-cooked chicken dinner one evening at Margaret’s which almost left me gasping--I ate so much. Toomer and I are great friends. I want to send you a copy soon of his book of short stories and a play which has just come out. It may interest you to read the inscription which he placed in the copy of this book which he recently gave me:--“For Hart, instrument of the highest beauty, whose art, four-conscinal, rich in symbols and ecstasy, is great--whose touch, deep and warm, is a sheer illuminant--with love, Jean.--New York, 24th Sept 23.” --/--/