Sincerely yours, Ambrose Bierce.
[13] Albert Bierce.
The Laguna Vista,
Oakland,
Sunday, July 24,
1910.
Dear George,
Supposing you to have gone home, I write to send the poem. Of course it is a good poem. But I begin to want to hear your larger voice again. I want to see you standing tall on the heights—above the flower-belt and the bird-belt. I want to hear,
"like Ocean on a western beach,
The surge and thunder of the Odyssey,"
as you Odyssate.
I think I met that dog * * * to-day, and as it was a choice between kicking him and avoiding him I chose the more prudent course.
I've not seen your little sisters—they seem to have tired of me. Why not?—I have tired of myself.