<> Boyd Letters Boyd Estate 1960 Sep 30th Linen Hall Library Wednesday, March 16, 2016 TIFF Boyd025 Letter Belfast, Donegal, West End English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/boyd025 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Boyd025_3.jpg LHL Archive 30th September 1960. Dear St. John, It is with great fear and trepidation that I write to you, but if I haven'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's letters and I think was engaged in editing Wilde'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: "Served the bugger right!" 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't seen Joe for some weeks. He'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 - "No Surrender" is the title. It'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. Text