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6o6 J A M E S [ 1926-1929 ]maid. The story seems rather curious but there is a comic poem about itin a Galway paper and the information comes from an allusion in a letterfrom my mother-in-law whose method of writing is often as cryptic as myown. The plane must have been very low but I am glad that they are bothuninjured.I have probably forgotten several things I wanted to say. I had no iritisof the eyes but the thing I told you, proceeding from outward infection itseems but it is very bothering and troublesome, and I have to go to theclinic every morning. Mrs Becat [Adrienne Monnier's sister] is making awonderful carpet for me representing the [Liffey] flowing through Dublininto the Irish Sea with the arms of Norway; Dublin; Ireland and my ownall woven into the scheme. There is a case pending in Germany andSwitzerland between Rasher of Zurich (I wish somebody would make baconof him for he is an impossible escroc) and the Rheinverlag but I neednot weary you about that nor with an account of my holidays.What are your plans for the Autumn and Winter? If my eyes do not getbetter to allow me to work (and what joy there will be in some quarters ifthey do not) I thought it would be useless for me to stay in Paris doingnothing and that I would go to Torquay but I am always making imaginaryjourneys. The complete eclipse of my seeing faculties so kindly predictedby A.M.'s young friend from Oxford, the ghost of Banquet [sic], I amwarding off by dressing in the three colors of successive stages of cecity asthe Germans divide them; namely, green Starr; that is, green blindness, orglaucoma; grey Starr; that is, cataract, and black star, that is dissolution ofthe retina. This therefore forms a nocturnal tri-color connected by onecommon color; green, with Shaun's national flag of peas, rice, egg yolk.The grey of evening balancing the gold of morning and the black of somethingbalancing the white of something else, the egg probably. So I had ajacket made in Munich of a green stuff I bought in Salzburg and themoment I got back to Paris I bought a pair of black and grey shoes and agrey shirt; and I had a pair of grey trousers and I found a black tie and Iadvertised for a pair of green braces and Lucia gave me a grey silk handkerchiefand the girl found a black sombrero and that completed the picture.I will now close this letter, which I ought to have written long ago. Itwas rather amusing to dictate it because my mind has been a stupid blankfor weeks and I have the vapors; or the languors or something of that kind.So I hope it will amuse you though I really am not in such good humoras you might suppose from the few damp squibs of humor contained herein.Just one paragraph more: What about Miss Marsden's book? Is it comingout this year or any part of it? I am glad you have had good weatherbut a more boring summer I never passed; with one heat wave after anotherin Central Europe. Pound's book of Cantos is out, a most magnificentthing in gold and scarlet at prices ranging from 5 to 50 pounds.Antheil wrote to me he was coming to Salzburg to see Otto Kahn (who bythe way must have most of his time taken up dodging people who want tosee him for one purpose only) but he did not come. He writes that theCologne opera affair at which we are supposed to assist from the Royal