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    <title>MacNeice015</title>
    <Collections>Letters to George and Mercy McCann</Collections>
    <Contributor>MacNeice Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1951 Dec 17th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>MacNeice015</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Lions</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Transcript>MacNeice015

c 50% naïve enthusiasts. The sad thing is that it is (in my opinion) a good play with no nonsense about it and doesn&#039;t require either sharp dealing or gush. But I suppose writing for the theatre is a mug&#039;s game. I&#039;m sorry you didn&#039;t hear my Dark Tower. It&#039;s my favourite programme to date. The public either loved it or loathed it (I have a heap of letters – ecstatic and virulent). Mrs. Gray wrote to Hedli, greatly pleasing her. We move house at end of March and go all moujik in Essex. I&#039;m looking forward to this but Hedli has bouts of alarm and despondency. Love to Mercy and yourself. Yours ever, Louis.
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