Today, I thank the heavens that my relaxing reading time was not wasted with nonsense as it was with Mina Loy and her ridiculous opinions of men and women relations.  I am glad for a piece of writing written by someone with more intelligence than she.  I did not find myself angry at T.S. Eliot as I did with Mina Loy.  What a thoughtless woman she was.  With Eliot’s writing, I do not have to worry myself over what kind of ideas my children would get from it, for if they were to read his piece, I doubt they would understand a bit of it.  Maybe my eldest, Christy, would because he has been educated like I have.  Anyway, if I had the pleasure of meeting Eliot, I would of course compliment him on his beautiful way of writing and his great intelligence.  Yet, even though I enjoyed his writing so, his arrogance was unflattering to me, and I would probably tell him that along with the compliments I give to him.  It was clear by his footnotes that he did not expect his readers to be as learned as he, but I could surely keep up as I too am acquainted with much literature.  What he needs is to be instructed on how to be humble, like my dear husband, Caleb.  Perhaps it is his wife’s fault that he regards himself so highly.  Maybe she doesn’t express her opinions to him, or maybe she is not as fine as a wife as she should be.  I often find that men of odd character have neglectful wives who do not perform their duties or tend to their husband’s needs as they should.  This is probably why Eliot seemed to have such a pessimistic outlook on life with no hope for the future.  It must have been his home life that created this sense of hopelessness in him, I can think of nothing else that would render a person so.  Surely this Waste Land was created by an unpleasant wife and an unpleasant marriage.

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