TLS signed “M,” one page, 7 x 11, personal letterhead, November 14, 1937. Mitchell writes to critic Herschel Brickell in New York City. In part: “Almost within the hour I finished my last letter to you, Steve and I were on the train, bound for Washington on a very serious matter (nothing to do with taxes!) which I’ll tell you about later when what’s going to develope [sic] has developed. We stayed two hours and returned and I got in at dawn this morning…. Now, I must go and get some sleep. This has been the wildest thirty six hours of my life. I never dreamed I could run a quarter of a mile in a heavy wool dress, burdened with a heavier fur coat and weighted down with bundles, papers, etc. but I did it and Steve and I caught the train while it was moving. Dear God, the strange places I’ve been, on a moment’s notice, in this last year and the strange people I’ve seen!” Accompanied by the original envelope which bears the ink notation “Air Mail” in Mitchell’s hand. A few light wrinkles, otherwise fine condition. R&R COA.