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    <title>MacNeice002</title>
    <Collections>Letters to George and Mercy McCann</Collections>
    <Contributor>MacNeice Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1939 Feb 28th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>MacNeice002</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Montreal, Nationalist, W.B. Yeats</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>permanent guest in a sort of super­fraternity; the other snag is their last meal is 6.15 so I

sit gnawing myself with hunger during the night. Monday last I was lecturing in Montréal

which I thought pretty grim but I met some Canadian nationalist boys and sat up drinking

with them all night.

In Ithaca on the other hand, I am very abstinent and industrious. Harriet Cohen turned up

in this house yesterday; America is full of surprises.

New York I met Liam O&#039;Flaherty and Wyndham Lewis, both of whom I had slightly

impudent words with. Andrew is now living a very retiring, routinal life in Brooklyn with a

wonderful view of The lower Manhattan skyscrapers; he is getting naturalised. I don&#039;t

think I should want to do that myself. Sufficient unto the day. Yeats is still not finished but

I find I have overshot the length in my innocence (seems I have done about 120,000

words).

I hear you asked Dan over to stay a weekend which is terribly nice of you. He
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