November 12, 1938
Dear Mrs. Hult:
I have felt guilty for years because I haven't been able to get a hearing for Gottfried on the New York stage but there is always something in his work--a lack of experience in the Broadway theatre or too poetic an aim, I can't put my finger on it--that stands in the way of a possible production. He is too good a poet and too fine a person to be rejected but when a manager reads his script the question he always asks is whether it will make money, and I can't truthfully say yes myself.
You write most discerningly about my own plays--I don't think anybody else ever made the comment about Elizabeth--the inference, when you come right down to it, that nobody gives up his own world for love. I have a feeling that my own plays have suffered a great deal from being written to a demand but that's the only way plays can be written profitably and I have tried to make an intelligent compromise between my soul and my living.
My best to you both.