[ Los Angeles, California]
July 13, 1954
Well, they let me out of the hospital today after that small preliminary operation, and I came home with Gilda, so we can begin to settle down and get ready for the next one. Also I'll do some work which I've been offered (on a picture) to pay for the next one. Life seems to repeat itself in some ways.
I just got a letter from Hesper in the same mail with yours. Poor girl, she does have her personal trials--and she's so secretive about them that she tells nobody but me--at least that's her story. But she'll be all right. She just needs to be straightened out and then find the right man. The right man--as if that weren't like looking for a needle in a field of hay.
About those songs-- "The Great Big Sky" sounds like something written for Sunrise in My Pocket; at least it isn't mine. 2 As for "The Time of the Cherries" that's a translation from the French of a song which was used by the French resistance during the war and which was to be used in a film Burgess was going to make. It was never used, although Burgess did make a picture about the French Jaques. 3 I wrote the words, which are not a very literal paraphrase, the tune is an old French one. I don't know whether Kurt arranged it or not, but I suppose he did if it's in his hand-writing.
Gilda and I are both glad to have one crisis out of the way--even though we are left with the original one still to meet. I doubt that we'll get east this summer, but I might come by in the fall--or even stay near N.Y. if I have a play to put on. The Masque of Queens hasn't found an Elizabeth yet. And I haven't started to work on The Bad Seed. But I intend to make a play out of that. Have you read the novel? It's fascinating. --Don't speak of this yet--the rights are still in negotiation, and it's too early to announce.
I'll be happier when I can see you occasionally just to talk things over.
Go well--stay well-- 4 and love-- Max