Across the Spectrum:The Interdisciplinary Life and Letters of John G. Neihardt (‘Flaming Rainbow’)

I just want to say hello. It's been rather emptyish around here since you zizzed back home. That was a wonderful week-end, wasn't it? So often things don't come off quite as gloriously as they are imagined in advance; but this event really came off with a big, generous bang! Your speech was a perfect thing, quite aside from the good things said of me and my work. It flowed and was beautifully conceived and expressed. And you were beautiful too! You objected to my saying as much, I gathered; but you were not beautiful as a girl may be. I meant no such thing. You glowed with the Light that really matters.

I haven't said it, but I know what I mean.

We couldn't get much said — no time for it. I've noted various things that would and should have been said under other circumstances. There are things I must send you.

One of your speech friends here stopped me on campus today and said he had sent you some clippings He actually did not know you had been here!! He is the chap who is doing a thesis on the mechanics of speech — with moving pictures to illustrate and — well, maybe you know his name. I know him well, but never knew his name. He was flabbergasted when he learned you had "been and gone". It seems he was closeted with his thesis. Anyway — I know of a lot of people who knew you were here!!

Did you tell Perki I'm still crrrazy about her?

I'm 20 pages into the reading of the Wars, with 8 more sessions to go — 12 hrs. (less 80 mins, of course).

The little new Tree of Life (just planted a week) is blooming. My palomino pony mare, Little Sister, has a lovely new little boy colt!! He's so sweet.