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Dear Wilfred, You
lose. Your lice have infected me. I'm still scratching. A very powerful and
horrible story. Perhaps too doctrinal and witty a hieroglyphic for my taste. Lately
Sheila has been making many yards with the equally hieroglyphic Windy Nous. I
think her work on the Apes of God has not only clarified that work, but
provided a plain man's pathway to such heavenly city as Mr. Lewis portends. Having a
frantic week of conference in Columbus, Ohio recently – the first to my
knowledge ever called by a Humanities division to consider mass media and mass
culture – I've come home to an ever-growing backlog of unresolved tasks.
Among these are many unanswered letters, so pardon my haste, dear Wilfred
– and let us hear from you soon.
Regards, Letter to Wilfred Watson, 11 November 1960 Posted to a McLuhan Listserv by A.Chrystall, May 2,
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