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    <title>MacNeice001</title>
    <Collections>Letters to George and Mercy McCann</Collections>
    <Contributor>MacNeice Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1939 Feb 29th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>MacNeice001</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Ithaca, Snowbound, Students</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>MacNeice001

Telluride Association, Ithaca, N.Y, 1939?, M.S.R.MacC

Feb. 29th
Dear Mercy and George, I know I ought to have written before but this country is so damn nickel-in-the-slot one had no time for anything. I have been having a lovely time though too much of it taken up shouting about poetry from platforms. I came over on a boat full of foreigners (refugees) who all thought I was foreign too, only some different kind, which made it a bit esperanto but the food was good, also the pingpong, however after 12 days of it I was pleased to make New York which was griddled with ice but a candid blue sky on the top and my lady love met me at the boat which was unexpected, so we went off and had duckling cooked with black cherries and oranges. I was about a fortnight in New York and then came up to this very remarkable, un-gettable and snowbound place – 3 gorges and thousands of students. I am staying as a 
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