Dear Dormandis All,

Where angels have feared, have tred and have been beaten, three young fools have rushed in. A lad with money, a poet with taste, and I with a typewriter have started a new Dublin magazine. There is no monthly vehicle for the best in Irish writing and no vehicle which is Irish which carries the best of international modern literature. We are trying to do that, and make it a success commercially. Our prespects are quite good, primarily because we are not skimping on costs and because the response of the Irish literati has been so happy. Now we need help from subscribers. Please, may we have your pledge for an annual at 26 shillings per year. You need not worry about how to pay me, if you have no shillings. I can easily collect from you in francs in Paris in December, if you merely say „I will” It is not so much doing me a favor as (I hope) pleasing yourselves with what should prece to be a rather good example of Irish stories, essays, poetry and even reproductions of painting. We do not claim to have uncovered new Yeats’ Joyce’s of Hopkins’s, yet…

Louise writes me that John is much better and has left for America to take up again his studies and perhaps to enter the US Indian service. I have not been in direct contact with John since last April, but if Louise is rigth it certainly sounds like everything is going well. I hope to see her in England in December and stay with her for a day or two.

I might add, in all humility, that should Monsieur have anything in English he might care to send us, we would be most delighted to consider it. I am sorry that we are not in Paris so that we could have some advice from experienced heads.

My best wishes to all of you,

warmly Jim Hillman