Thank you very much for the work that you are doing for me in
photography and china. I know it is great work. But take your time
about it.
I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving at Upshack. (That is my name
for Sloots' place. It will be understood by anyone that has walked to
it from Montesano, carrying a basket of grub on a hot day.)
I trust Sterling got his waistcoat and trousers in time to appear at
his uncle's dinner in other outer garments than a steelpen coat. * * *
I am glad you like (or like to have) the books. You would have had all
my books when published if I had supposed that you cared for them, or
even knew about them. I am now encouraged to hope that some day you
and Carlt and Sloots may be given the light to see the truth at the
heart of my "views" (which I have expounded for half a century) and
will cease to ally yourselves with what is most hateful to me,
socially and politically. I shall then feel (in my grave) that
perhaps, after all, I knew how to write. Meantime, run after your
false fool gods until you are tired; I shall not believe that your
hearts are really in the chase, for they are pretty good hearts, and
those of your gods are nests of nastiness and heavens of hate.
Now I feel better, and shall drink a toddy to the tardy time when
those whom I love shall not think me a perverted intelligence; when
they shall not affirm my intellect and despise its work--confess my
superior understanding and condemn all its fundamental conclusions.
Then we will be a happy family--you and Carlt in the flesh and Sloots
and I in our bones.
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My health is excellent in this other and better world than California.
God bless you.