June 3, 1927
Dear C A S:—
Pardon the paper—but I'm writing in the open air, in a park-like embankment overlooking the outspread roofs & antient spires of the town, & am equipped with only such paraphernalia as will fit into my pockets. I am utterly crushed & engulfed by a monster job of professional prose revision—which I can't financially afford to refuse—& have gone so mentally stale at my desk that I'm taking all the non-typing part of the work outdoors when weather permits—thus drawing some modicum of stimulus from the green loveliness of spring & the winding, archaic lanes of old Providence ......
Most cordially & sincerely yrs
H P L
Selected Letters (Arkham House) 277
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