[About Fitzgerald.] ... I too read Fitzgerald's letters and thought as you did - only I loved him a bit more I think - and was sorry for him longing to be more written to, and fussed with, by mighty friends, but it is as you say a faint life, a mere ghost of one - one subject the editor was discreet about and I'm glad for the marriage was unlucky, and knowing that it is all the public need to know. But how they would like to know all about it! Yes, it is a grey life, but very loveable. I wish he hadn't felt that criticism was his strong point. It isn't one bit - it never is with any one anything but a fatal weakness; and how silly it all sounds when the world has reversed all the fine judgments of wise people: two generations gone, and all is changed. Do you remember in Lockhart's life of the ever-glorious and most immortal Scott all the conclusive sayings of his about his contemporaries, and how funnily they read. And how proud is Fitzgerald about his aphorism that "taste is the feminine genius." Did it carry conviction to you? It didn't touch me a bit. All the genius I ever cared for carried its feminine in itself, involved inextricably in itself - but I think Omar Khayyam is an immortal work, and he shall live by that. ...