What are you reading now? I have finished both "Henry Esmond" and
"The Virginians." I like Thackeray because he is not trashy, and
because he writes principally of nice people. My theory of literature
is an author who does not indulge in trashiness--writes about people
you could introduce into your own home. I agree with my Uncle Sydney,
as I once heard him say he did not care to read a book or go to a play
about people he would not care to meet at his own dinner table. I
believe we should live by certain standards and ideals, as you know
from my telling you my theory of life.
Well, a letter is no place for deep discussions, so I will not go into
the subject. From several letters from my mother, and one from Aunt
Fanny, I hear you are seeing a good deal of the family since I left.
I hope sometimes you think of the member who is absent. I got a
silver frame for your photograph in New York, and I keep it on my
desk. It is the only girl's photograph I ever took the trouble to
have framed, though, as I told you frankly, I have had any number of
other girls' photographs, yet all were only passing fancies, and
oftentimes I have questioned in years past if I was capable of much
friendship toward the feminine sex, which I usually found shallow
until our own friendship began.
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