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Lipton’s Journal/Correspondence of Robert Lindner and Norman Mailer/July 20, 1954: Difference between revisions
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Don’t tell me we’re not simpatico! I had hardly finished a letter to you when yours arrived. We were overjoyed to hear from you, but are now distressed to learn about your health. Have you considered returning for treatment? Or can you get what you need where you are? Please, man, take care—it’s important for everyone that you remain well—or at least well enough to get done what’s yours to do, including having a good time. | Don’t tell me we’re not simpatico! I had hardly finished a letter to you when yours arrived. We were overjoyed to hear from you, but are now distressed to learn about your health. Have you considered returning for treatment? Or can you get what you need where you are? Please, man, take care—it’s important for everyone that you remain well—or at least well enough to get done what’s yours to do, including having a good time. | ||
As for me, mysteriously, I have had little or no further trouble, lip-wise or hive-y. Whether the blasted thing has run its course, or my psyche has undergone some occult kind of reorganization, I don’t know. In any case, I’m eating almost everything (although I remain leery of—and avoid—tomatoes, berries and cheese) without ill effect. Physically, then, I’m in pretty good shape. Except for heart trouble, cancer, leukemia, and tuberculosis I have fewer complains these days than I had when I last wrote. Mentally, I continue dull. Although I’ve read a lot—much. An occasional idea, yes—but nothing that sticks. Nevertheless—and I think only you can understand this—I feel ''yeasty''. Stuff is moiling and brewing deep down. Occasionally, with what reminds me of a bubble’s burst in a cauldron of some thick liquid, an ''etwas'' (sentence, thought, vagrant phrase) rises to the surface, breaks, then settles—So maybe there’s a thing happening that will start me soon on the book. | As for me, mysteriously, I have had little or no further trouble, lip-wise or hive-y. Whether the blasted thing has run its course, or my psyche has undergone some occult kind of reorganization, I don’t know. In any case, I’m eating almost everything (although I remain leery of—and avoid—tomatoes, berries and cheese) without ill effect. Physically, then, I’m in pretty good shape. Except for heart trouble, cancer, leukemia, and tuberculosis I have fewer complains these days than I had when I last wrote. Mentally, I continue dull. Although I’ve read a lot—much. An occasional idea, yes—but nothing that sticks. Nevertheless—and I think only you can understand this—I feel ''yeasty''. Stuff is moiling and brewing deep down. Occasionally, with what reminds me of a bubble’s burst in a cauldron of some thick liquid, an ''etwas''{{refn|Something.}} (sentence, thought, vagrant phrase) rises to the surface, breaks, then settles—So maybe there’s a thing happening that will start me soon on the book. | ||
Your news about ''Deer Park'' is warming and exciting both. When I got the catalogue two weeks ago, I observed there was no announcement of your book, I worried about what had happened. Your letter calms—apparently all has ended well. As for the orgy scene, I agree its elimination is artistically necessary and that the book will profit from the deletion. | Your news about ''Deer Park'' is warming and exciting both. When I got the catalogue two weeks ago, I observed there was no announcement of your book, I worried about what had happened. Your letter calms—apparently all has ended well. As for the orgy scene, I agree its elimination is artistically necessary and that the book will profit from the deletion. | ||