Letter from George Yeats to Thomas MacGreevy. 4 February 1932.[p.1 recto]
42, Fitzwilliam Square,
Feb. 4 1932
My dear Tom
The usual complication of family illness has cramped my style in writing to you. I had meant to send you copies of the Irish Press, and I had meant to write, and Anne got ill and then I thought of nothing else. I have now arranged for Irish Press copies to be sent to you for two months. It is a disappointing paper I think; its literary articles are bosh; the political leaders are Pooh; and in fact the only thing I can find to say about it is that I take it every day instead of the Independent — (Sorry that my ancient typewriter insists on skipping!)
I dont agree with you about all sorts of things. But I wont write to you about them!
Dolly has written a good many letters to me and I think she is happy, and I do not think that that land of speak-easies and blah blah can change her from herself. In fact what I really think is that you should know that she has a quality that cannot be qualified, or interchanged, or dis-integrated, and if you dont know that – – – – – –