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    <id>1158</id>
    <title>Boyd025</title>
    <updated>Saturday, July 23, 2016 - 13:28</updated>
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    <collections>Boyd Letters</collections>
    <contributor>Boyd Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1960 Sep 30th</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Boyd025</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Letter</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Belfast, Donegal, West End</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿30th September 1960.

Dear St. John,

It is with great fear and trepidation that I write to you,
but if I haven&#039;t written I certainly thought of you and wondered
how you’re keeping. I hope well. Last week C.K. Munro paid
a surprise visit to Belfast and we had a long chat so your ears
should have been red.

He had with him a Mrs. Wade whom I think was an actress
some 20 or 30 years ago. Her husband has edited Yates&#039;s letters
and I think was engaged in editing Wilde&#039;s letters when he died.
So I expect you know him.   C.K. was in great form despite the
fact that he has recently broken a femur. He seemed to get
great enjoyment going round Belfast and the coast of Co. Down and
seeing all the changes - not all for the better I fear.

I am in good form myself, though during the summer I broke
four ribs. You will laugh when you hear how. Playing Baseball
with American monks in Donegal. I know you will immediately
exclaim: &quot;Served the bugger right!&quot;

The theatre here is in a bad way: the Group, as you probably
know, still goes on, but in a very feeble way.  Goldblatt and Co.,
have left it, of course, and James Young a local commedian is in
charge, and farces are a staple diet. The other theatre, the Arts,
do the latest West End plays. Unfortunately they select the
sillier ones - or the sexier ones. Curious how this still
puritanical community relish French or even English sex.

I haven&#039;t seen Joe for some weeks. He&#039;s not well, poor man,
and I expect will never become quite his old self again.

Did you read a good autobiography by an Ulsterman, Robert
Harbinson - &quot;No Surrender&quot; is the title. It&#039;s all about his
childhood in the Bog Meadows, but I suppose the Bog Meadows was
as far away from the Newtownards Road as Siberia!

P.T.O.
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