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    <title>RodgersBoyd010</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, July 26, 2016 - 10:47</updated>
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    <collections>To Boyd</collections>
    <contributor>Rodgers Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1966 Jul 10th</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Saturday, April 2, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>RodgersBoyd010</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Letter</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Humanist, The Cockfight</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <publisher>Linen Hall Library</publisher>
    <relation>Linen Hall Library</relation>
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    <transcript>﻿6 Victoria Road, Colchester, Essex.
10.7.66

John Boyd Esq., B.B.C. Broadcasting House, Ormeau Avenue, Belfast. 

Dear John, I&#039;m sorry I couldn&#039;t wait over the weekend, but BEA said it might otherwise be 5 days before I&#039;d get a booking and I was lucky to get a cancelled one on the Saturday. Thank you for lending me Brian Friel&#039;s book of stories which I enclose. Lovely stories, and, as you said &#039;The Death of a Scientific Humanist&#039; is the one. Only one thing worries me (and maybe it&#039;s my own fault) – the intricate gamut of care which the whole book shows. Will he – I&#039;m sure he can – step outside for a moment and look at the house he has been living in, turn the paper-bag of love inside-out? The nice inexhaustible themes of Ultster – the Cockfight, The Visitor to the School – come up alarmingly good (alarmingly because he&#039;s good) as if a new and young Michael McLaverty had started to write again. &#039;Who will rid me frrm the body of this death?&#039; I come back in my mind to Frank 
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