permanent guest in a sort of superfraternity; the other snag is their last meal is 6.15 so I
sit gnawing myself with hunger during the night. Monday last I was lecturing in Montréal
which I thought pretty grim but I met some Canadian nationalist boys and sat up drinking
with them all night.
In Ithaca on the other hand, I am very abstinent and industrious. Harriet Cohen turned up
in this house yesterday; America is full of surprises.
New York I met Liam O'Flaherty and Wyndham Lewis, both of whom I had slightly
impudent words with. Andrew is now living a very retiring, routinal life in Brooklyn with a
wonderful view of The lower Manhattan skyscrapers; he is getting naturalised. I don't
think I should want to do that myself. Sufficient unto the day. Yeats is still not finished but
I find I have overshot the length in my innocence (seems I have done about 120,000
words).
I hear you asked Dan over to stay a weekend which is terribly nice of you. He
