[{"node":{"title":"MacNeice050","Collections":"Letters to George and Mercy McCann","Contributor":"MacNeice Estate","Coverage":"1962 Jun 25th","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"MacNeice050","Item Description":"Letter","Keywords":"New Statesman, Oxford","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/macneice050","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/MacNeice050_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"The British Broadcasting Corporation\nBroadcasting House, London, W.1\nTelegrams and cables: Broadcasts, Telex, London \u2013 International Telex: 22182\nTelephone: Langham 4468\n\nJune 25th\nDearest Mercy, I meant to write to you long ago to thank you for my marvellous Whitsun but it was impossible to write in Dublin (!) and when I got home there were certain complications and distractions afoot. It was sad you couldn't all come to Dublin too; at a conservative estimate the drinking during my 7 days there averaged 12 hour per day. The place was full of Rodgerers all bickering their heads off. Also Dominic Behan who became a bit of a menace. He came back to Brigid's one evening and spent an hour or two, while drinking up a whole bottle of her whiskey, explaining that he was a ten times better writer than I am because Life\n","Type":"Text"}}]