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    <title>MacNeice050</title>
    <Collections>Letters to George and Mercy McCann</Collections>
    <Contributor>MacNeice Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1962 Jun 25th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>MacNeice050</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>New Statesman, Oxford</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Transcript>The British Broadcasting Corporation
Broadcasting House, London, W.1
Telegrams and cables: Broadcasts, Telex, London – International Telex: 22182
Telephone: Langham 4468

June 25th
Dearest 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&#039;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&#039;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
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