_Today_=the requirements of the little man, especially of this day, are a similar thing to the _Russian_, the _Englishman_, etc. We must disembarrass ourselves of this fetish or gush, as of that other.—I want to live with Shakespeare and Cervantes=and I have gone to war for good with all things that would oppose a return to those realities. I feel you, in my absence, becoming enmeshed in environing respectability and its amiable notions. I feel that this letter may require another fervour to drive home, or excuse, its own=_A coup de poing_ is the best method of enforcing an idea (or a shell)=the mouth is similarly a more satisfactory aperture than the ear for introducing a philosophy into another body. Yorke is the embodiment of my philosophy. I love Yorke in exactly the way that I love a character in Molière or Turgenev. Yorke is the only _living thing except yourself_, that I know or find alive to the same extent. I shall stick here a little longer, and see what comes of my new venture. There have been lots of delays and difficulties which I will recite to you when we meet. I can, I am afraid, say absolutely nothing definite about my return. But I will write to you in a few days and tell you more certainly. Meantime, much love, my dear girl. I wish you were here with me. But on seeing how active the Germans are, it is out of the question your crossing the North Sea. I am looking forward to your next letter. Much love. Yours, W. B. Burn. (_Next letter of series will appear in July number._) The Reader Critic From James Joyce James Joyce, Zurich, Switzerland: I am very glad to hear about the new plans for _The Little Review_ and that you have got together so many good writers as contributors. I hope to send you something very soon—as soon, in fact, as my health allows me to resume work. I am much better however, though I am still under care of the doctor. I wish _The Little Review_ every success. Approval Alice Groff, Philadelphia: Never has _The Little Review_ pleased me, from cover to cover, as in the May number. I cannot imagine finding any one to express me for myself, but Mr. Ezra Pound in his editorial comes the nearest possible to doing this, as far as he goes. What he says about the Christian religion is delicious in its gentle tolerance; about organized religions, is the last word; about “the formation of thought in clear speech for the use of humanity,” a religion in itself. He utters my whole voice on “codes of propriety” in asserting that “they have no place in the arts.” I would add “nor in life, other than as subject matter.”