Esther Adams to Rebecca West, 1964-06-12

"My dear Rebecca, Your letter, save for the news of your illness, brought joy to me and to a number of others. I hang my head to have let it go unacknowledged for such a long time, long enough for me to have written to Arthur in Istanbul, for him to have answered by return, and for me to have told the gist of them to his sister, Barbara Bolling, and my son Tim in Washington. I am delighted that you priase the book so highly, and thank you warmly for writing. I am distressed to hear of your illness and I hope that you are convalescing well. ... Last evening I had dinner with Jon Mitchell, a great pleasure. He has been spending his time taking his mother from one doctor to another, and trying to combat her wish that Jon would move to Portland..."