Your comments on temperament are interesting, but I feel you are not quite fair in your comparisons. Is not Paderewski's genius largely a racial gift? To me all Russian (or Polish) art--both creative and interpretative--possesses the flame of the elemental, that generative quality which marks the difference between technical perfection and living, breathing, throbbing art. Appreciating that "all music is what awakens in you when reminded by the instrument," he strives for but one thing: an emotional releasement that results in a temperamental orgy which leaves his hearers dazed, lost in the labyrinth of their own emotions. As for Rupert Brooke's poetry, I regard him as decadent--at least too much so to be really vital. Perhaps my vision is clouded, but I could as easily conceive of Johnson worshipping at the shrine of Boswell as of Whitman liking Brooke. Now and then he impresses me as being effete, and I can never separate him from a cult, though I do delight in some of his poems. Mrs. William H. Andrews, Cleveland: May I put in my little word and wish you all good speed, editor of THE LITTLE REVIEW? You evidently live in the clear blue sky where fresh enthusiasms rush on like white clouds bearing us irresistibly along. Life grows even more vivid under such stimulating courage and pulsing optimism. The world is indeed wonderful if we but live it passionately, as did Jean Christophe and Antoine, leaping forward, breasting the waves, with music in the soul. My ears are singing with the third movement of Tschaikowsky's immortal Pathetique, which to me, in larger part, so belies its name. Hail to THE LITTLE REVIEW! May it dart "rose-crowned" along its shining way, emblazoning the path for many of us. Mary Carolyn Davies, New York: I have just finished reading THE LITTLE REVIEW from cover to cover, and much of it twice over. Thank you for loving the things I love, and thank you for being young and not being afraid to be young! This is such a good day to be young in! With all good wishes for the success of THE LITTLE REVIEW (though it needs no good wishes, for it cannot help succeeding). P. H. W., Chicago: The article on Mrs. Meynell in your April issue sounded a little curious in its surroundings, as it was a piece of pure criticism and THE LITTLE REVIEW is the official organ of exuberance. It is the only one, in fact, and it is a good thing to have such an organ. The "Best Sellers" The following books, arranged in order of popularity, have been the "best sellers" in Chicago during April: FICTION