DEAR PETHERTON (I wrote),--Sorry you couldn't accept my letter in the
spirit, etc.
I've had such a priceless idea since I wrote to you last, and it is
this. I propose that we start a Literary Society in Surbury. I'm
certain the Vicar would join in. Mr. Charteris, of the Manor, too
would, I feel confident, welcome the idea. Dr. Stevenson, the only
one to whom I have broached the subject, got keen at once, and the
Gore-Langleys and others could no doubt be counted on--say a dozen
altogether, including you and myself. I append a short list of
suggested contributions, which will give some idea of the range of
subjects which might be tossed into the arena of debate:--
The Binomial Theorem in its relation to the Body Politic (yourself).
Cows and their sufferings during the milk controversy in the
newspapers (Charteris. This might be published in small quarto).
The attitude of the Manichean Heresiarch towards the use of Logarithms
(The Vicar).
The effect of excessive Philately on the cerebral organisms of the
young (Gore-Langley).
The introduction of the art and practice of Napery among the Dyaks of
Borneo (Miss Eva Gore-Langley).
With a few additions I think we should have enough mental food to keep
us going through the summer; and I may add that if you were put up for
President of the Society I should certainly second the motion.
Yours ever,
HARRY FORDYCE.
I notice that your writing has gone to pieces rather, old man--through
writer's cramp, I fear. You say what looks like "you are perfectly
aware that the calcalus is asphalt and not concrete." Of course I do
know that much about it.