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Two more extracts from letters by Elizabeth Bowen to Charles Ritchie:
5 January 1962
...I suddenly feel, this moment as though you were in the room. It’s 4.30 in the afternoon. 11.30 a.m. in New York? I’m writing in my rooms up at the top with the rose wallpaper. One lamp is on my table. Through the open slats of Venetian blinds I can see the last daylight expiring behind the tree-tops. I do love you. Yours E.
19 January 1962
...Tell me, I must know at once, DO you dance the Twist? I feel very pessimistic about it. I suppose I never really shall disengage myself from he 1920-ish idea of dancing I grew up to: impassive, impersonal (almost), rather on the snooty side. I can’t imagine taking to any form of dancing which involves hopping about and looking enthusiastic, getting hot. But do all the same tell me, answer this question: have you danced this thing? Is it pleasurable?