Anna tells Mab that you will achieve eighty years on Saturday. If I could figure out how you do it I'd try it myself, for I have a number of things I want to write. Not that I think it's very important any more--I'd just like to keep on earning a living and making marks on paper.
Come spring we'd like to come over to see you. Right now I'm pinned to my desk over Huck and Jim and the gaudy Dauphin.
July 1, 1950
It was heroic of you to plow all the way through that book, 1 giving me credit for holding myself in when I didn't quite come up to scratch. Those papers were written at odd times over a long period of years, each one for a separate occasion, and so they don't hold together very well and there is some over-lapping and repetition.
We both enjoyed the visit with you tremendously and I got something very definite out of it. That Socrates subject, 2 which I had been mulling for some time, got just enough encouragement from you so that I have been buried in Plato ever since. The old boy may prove an impossible hero; he's too perfect to be tragic but it's pleasant to read about him again.
If you ever break loose and start gallivanting about the country please come to see us. If you don't do that, it's likely to be another year before we get to Bethel again. My very best to Anna. Maybe she's not so good as Mab in argument but she does beautifully in bronze.