Dear Mr. Glass:

Yes, I received your book [Enoch]. I thought that was lots of fun. About that drunken professor being lost amongst the sunbeams and the light years, and to and from Vesuvius.–But persisting on anyone like that being a member of the Church of God? Now, I am a listed socialist at the police station, so this isn’t anything for me to drink ever again. Possibly some nice girl to cure this professor of drunkeness during the light years? Is she a Christian?

Well, I am that kind of a poet who can’t do anything else, but poetry. I don’t really read poetry.. So I am not much of a critic.

That would be no proofs for anything else I do for the rest of this. Abraham Lincoln never proved anything like that.

Immune,

Alfred Starr Hamilton