Dear Gorham: --/--/ You know I shall talk it [_Secession_] up,--but the worst is that most of my acquaintances are totally unfitted for enthusiasms of this sort. The indifference you will encounter when you return to these States you must be prepared to face. Every one is suddenly and enormously _busy_--making money, attending teas, motoring, starving--God knows what all. It makes me reel! Life is too scattered for me to savor it any more. Probably this is only on account of my present work which demands the most frequent jerks of the imagination from one thing to another, still--the war certainly has changed things a bit here. The question in my mind is, how much less vertigo are we going to suffer in the latter whirl than we did in the first blows and commotion. If I am drifting into nonsense, it must be because I’m getting no time lately for anything but work. If you come home in May--one of the first things you must do is to make me a good visit. You will be free to come, whereas there is a considerable doubt now about my coming east at all this summer. Here in my tower-study, rimmed with Sommer paintings and grey cracked paper, you will have a good chance to focus your recent observations -- -- -- --. Besides,--you have never seen any of the midwest, and it ought to be part of your education. --/--/ 92: TO GORHAM MUNSON [_Cleveland_] _March 29th, ’22_ Dear Gorham: --/--/ With the banal arrival of spring and weeks of rain and cloudy skies, I have again fallen in love! I guess I might about as well take up quarters at La Rotonde--and be done with it. However, _something_ must be indulged in to make Cleveland interesting. 93: TO WILLIAM WRIGHT _Cleveland, O._ _April 2nd_ Dear Bill: Your prose is much better than your verse. I don’t know how to explain--perhaps if I saw more of your poetry I might,--but certainly the story you recently sent me makes me quite certain of it. The poem has the tepid and pubescent steam in it that always seems to issue from the environs of a college campus. It is college adolescence in only a slight advance from the ordinary. It has enough in it to “get by” on the first reading with a rather pleasing effect. But the second discovers much to be criticized. It’s not in the technique but in the attitude that I blame you for this. You have a real flair for phrasing, and two years ago I should have probably praised you for the poem.