But now let’s turn to the story. It is vital and well told. Nobody can imitate Anderson, of course, but that is not what we want anyway. Your story stands on its own feet quite well. In some places it is too accented. I say this in spite of my realization of the intent of it and also via recommending the very effective literary device of under-accentuation in just the right place to produce “overtones” of overwhelming effect. Then you could afford to be more sparing of adjectives! But I won’t rail any further! You certainly are displaying evidence and promises of a hopeful career. If you don’t get too engrossed in commerce after you leave college the break will do you good, I think. No matter how “free” one may be in college, the campus world with its idols and codes is very different from the world outside. Don’t think, please, that I’m decrying education, it’s only a mention that things are somehow harder and a little “scarey.” “Practical people” suddenly surround one, and they have such an insistence about being listened to. --/--/ The more speed I develop in ad-writing the more occasion I’m given to use it, and I seem to need to keep in touch with so many people that the hours spent at home are too few. This hankering for continual conversational excitement is one of my weaknesses. What I _should_ be doing is working. Truly, on this gay Sunday afternoon, my conscience is weighted. 94: TO GORHAM MUNSON [_Cleveland_] _April 19th --’22_ Dear Gorham: --/--/ The two copies of _Secession_ reached me yesterday. Of course they were immediately and doubly devoured. But right here I ought to stop--I have so many things to say about it. --/--/ I find I have many, at least several disagreements with you. I can’t say nearly so much for Matty’s poem as you do--I mean the Café phallicus. The Tzara poem is perfectly flat. The Cowley poem is encouraging, although dreadfully alike something he had published in one of the last _L.R’s_. The Aragon prose is, in its odd way, a quite beautiful thing. But what has happened to Matty!?! And,--just _why_ is Apollinaire so portentous a god? Will radios, flying machines, and cinemas have such a great effect on poetry in the end? All this talk of Matty’s is quite stimulating, but it’s like coffee--twenty-four hours afterward not much remains to work with. It is metallic and pointillistic--not derogatory terms to my mind at all, but somehow thin,--a little too slender and “smart”--after all. O Matty must be amusing himself perfectly in Paris. And so he took you to be a real, honest-to-God disreputable and commercial editor! Serve you right, you bad boy, following the primrose path of the magazines! --/--/ 95: TO CHARMION WIEGAND _Cleveland, Ohio_ _May 6th, ’22_