"My dear Eliot, The days have passed since your eventful wire arrived..."

You made an absolute promise "sitting in the armchair in my bedroom"; 6 or 700 invitations with your name on them have been sent out; there is no point in our composing that letter to you about The New Criterion unless you will support us in supporting you; are you doing your job as Director of Faber & Gwyer properly by remaining in France; I'll have to substitute Holbrook Jackson; you must come.