Thank you so much for having _The Menorah_ [_Journal_] people send me out your review of Spengler. It’s a magnificent rebuttal of the man’s psychology. I don’t need to know your philosophical references well enough to check up on them to feel that. I’ve sent the paper on to Tate who was somewhat bowled over by Spengler--as wasn’t I?--thinking it will prick him a bit. _WB’s_ is getting--or is going to get--wonderful reviews. Not to mention yours, there’s a great explosion coming from Yvor Winters in _The Dial_; another from Mark Van Doren (of all the unexpected!) in _The Nation_ this week. Seligmann has written a sincere and just estimate in the _Sun_; Josephson in the _Herald-Tribune_; MacLeish in _Poetry_; etc. I don’t know any further, but there may be other surprises. I certainly feel myself very fortunate, considering the type of stuff in _WB_. --/--/ But I’ll be glad when all reviews and arrangements are over--so I can put the book definitely behind me. Present preoccupations tend to “exteriorize” one entirely too much. Winters has a lovely book of poems coming out this spring, by the way,--and Ford Madox Ford has recommended Allen’s poems highly to Duckworth, his London publishers. I hope they take it; Allen needs some encouragement very much. Remember me in your mugs--though I guess you never get in far enough to become as sentimental as I do. Mrs. Simpson isn’t very well, has overworked since the hurricane. Will you drop her a postcard from some hofbrau? It would tickle her to death. I’ve an amusing story to tell you sometime about one instance of the “mysticism of money”--it refers to Kahn and the “gift.” It seems I have to pay $60 odd the rest of my mortal term on life insurance to the Kahn estate, which, of course I was dumb bell enough not to understand when he proposed it. Not that I especially mind nor that I’m at all embittered, but I think I have discovered a new way to avoid income taxes and become heroic--both at once, if you get what I mean. -- -- -- -- 273: TO ---- AND ---- _Patterson,_ _Feb. 16th_ Dear ---- and ----: I left town last Sunday--so there was no time to see you again--and (already) scarce enough cash left to tip the conductor. The last two nights in town were mainly spent on the Hoboken waterfront, where you want to go (though it’s for men only) if you want the good old beer, the old free-lunch counter and everything thrown in--for 15¢ a glass. Whiskey and gin are also much superior to the other side of the River and cheaper. Take the Christopher St. ferry. Walk up _past_ Front St. There are three in a row. Begin with McKelly’s--or some such name.