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    <title>Boyd111</title>
    <Collections>Boyd Letters</Collections>
    <Contributor>Boyd Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>19 Jan</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Boyd111</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>McLaverty</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Transcript>﻿me a copy of your &#039;Selected Stories&#039; and
inscribed it
I&#039;m still not sure whether you were writing ironical;
but i&#039;ll give you the benefit of the doubt. We
were both teachers but whether good ones or not I
don&#039;t know. I think I was a reasonably good teacher
for a couple of years, that is, until staleness set in
and I began to hate the imposed xxxxxx syllabus
English was badly taught in those days; but things are better
now that worthy living writers like yourself and Michael McLaverty
are included in the syllabuses.
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