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688 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1966
which really stops too long ago. Our only peeve is that Major Lewis, obviously knowing no Greek, did not resort to someone who did.” It was closely followed by Letters to an American Lady,
on which my verdict was, “Talking of Lewis letters, you remember that I have three of my own? They are only business letters, of course, and one was typed by his brother; but people here find them enthralling. Showing them has begun to be part of the routine when we entertain. Some are still unaware that he is gone. His death was quite overshadowed by that other, surely less significant, death in November 1963, when we were with you at Irchester for Christmas. The sense that he is still writing is fostered by the regular appearance of unpublished stuff. Talking of which, I must send you Letters to an American Lady. Ever so useful here, because her mentality was so west-coasty. The character emerges quite clearly, although there is scarcely anything by her in the whole book. Obviously she got money out of him. My friend Nan Dunbar, the Mods. Tutor at Somerville . . . has told me that she was visited in California by someone from his executors, and found to be living in extremely comfortable circumstances!” (Quoted in fictionalised form in my spiritual autobiography O Love How Deep.
Then in 1988 came the post-‘Warnie’ revised and enlarged Fontana edition which I also own and have studied with care. The current edition is what I am posting about now.