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Short story. As you know (for I've told you)
he regards The Foundry House as a masterpiece: a
word he normally reserves for Chekhov and xxxxx
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Mc Laverty is as fastidious a critic as he is a writer.
But this letter looks like turning into a eulogy of him
as well as yourself, and I'm determined to avoid that.
Instead I'll just say what comes into my head, as Stendhal
did when writing Henry Brulard Have you read it?
If not do You see what's happening, don't you?
I'm still trying to educate you: for you once gave