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

As you know, I think, I'll have the eye operation end of this w week. I do hope I can see some, if not all, of the MS while I'm on the mend.

I'm especially eager to know that there is nothing in the text that tends to discredit or embarass Sigurd. It would be murder to publish anything of the sort now now that he is having such a terrible time. He has gone through hell with his major operations and now his hands are useless for piano playing. It isn't as though Sigurd had done anything needing to be "white-washed", Even if there were something of the sort, there's no good reason why it should be in the history of my life.

On the contrary, Sigurd's f love for his Dad, amounting, I'm sorry to say, almost to worship, would be something good and true to tell of him. He is pathetically eager to have our our lecture trips remembered. That is now Sig's Golden Age. And we did have a perfectly happy time together.

I know your heart is right, and that you will see what troubles me.

You will really like my little book, Lucile. Everyone who has read the 34,000 words has been moved and amused Its moves between tears and laughter.

Lucile, yours is the fundamentally important book, mine throws light on yours.

I love you still the old way.