August 1, 1961
I understand that people from the office have reached you by telephone, but I will not even try, first because of my (our) poor experiences with the Island telephones, but also because what I have to say and ask can't be shouted through 3,000 miles of wire!
In the first place, Graham, what are we to do about this Boatwright situation? The Bank and Cousin Harriet and many others are constantly on the telephone, and what am I to tell them? The stock closed at 11 I/2 this afternoon, and everybody is frightened that our patrimony is going down the drain. They all insist that we should sell while we can still get that much, and I insist that we should hold fast, but why do I say that? Can you give me any hope? Are we going to win this battle against Mr. Fleischer? Ellsworth Boyle is hearty as always, but his assurances (and constant references to your "key role (?) in the situation) sound a little hollow to me. I don't know why you and I should be made to solve these problems, particularly you, because they are after all Boatwright problems that have been avoided and swept under the rug all these years. You always say that one has to play the cards that are dealt, and this seems to be our hand, dearest, so won't you please give me some advice, or at least some words of encouragement?
But, Graham, that is money talk. May I talk about us for a moment? In a way it is easier to say these things on paper - I would never have the nerve or the control to say them to you in person. I don't know what to do any more. I've gotten so many hints, from "friends", from my sister, from all sorts of people. Now I've got a terrible letter from Dolly Despard! Oh, Graham, what can I say, that you have gotten to the point where you have your fun with a poor pathetic mess like Dolly, who now thinks you love her, she "understands" you and I don't, "can't we have a heart-to-heart talk" and "realign our lives". (Where did Dolly hear the word "realign"?) I'm glad I threw the letter away but if I showed it to you, you would die of embarrassment, it is so trite and awful. But what I'm so afraid of now is that the children will begin to hear things about you. They love and respect you so much, and what will happen to them if they are teased in school about their father, whose exploits are becoming cocktail party conversation, apparently!
What can I say to you? You know I have loved you from the first moment I ever saw you, in your wrinkled army uniform walking into Louisa McDonough's coming-out at the Barclay, looking tired and forlorn, and you were older and didn't know me and I spent weeks plotting how to meet you and finally succeeded at that foolish mixer in Cambridge. I know it has been a one-sided relationship, that I'm not beautiful, that I have not been interesting and exciting enough for you, but you know I did my best. I even tried to learn some German, so that I could know that side of you, and so I could understand Lotte Lenya singing: "Und wenn einer tritt, dann bin ich es, und wird einer getreten, dann bist's Du!" And I do believe that side of you has caused us all this trouble: you loved your father so much, Graham, that you've never gotten over the fact that he left and was killed and it is all mixed up in your mind with your mother and the business with Lord Cranmore, and of course it was all terribly dramatic for a lonely emotional little boy, by comparison my own childhood was pure dullness, and perhaps your romantic past is one of the things that has fascinated me so much, but I think these blows when you were a little boy made you shy away from emotional commitments, any kind, even to your wife, and here you are thirty-three years old sleeping with all these women trying to find something that I can give you so much better than they can. Is that a terrible thing to say? Graham, you're not the little boy in a bathrobe, sitting on a piano bench listening to Gustaf Anders singing German marching songs. Your father and mother are dead, my father and mother are dead, we're approaching middle age, we've got children to look out for, we've got responsibilities to a big family and a sick company and a big law firm, and you just can't indulge yourself this way any more. You're not Freddie Minto but, Graham, if you keep this up, you'll become like him. Is that what you want?
God, what an outburst! I'm not going to read it over because then I'd probably tear it up. I'm going to hop in the car and drive to the post office before I change my mind. Everybody is asleep. The sea is very still, and there is a lovely full moon. I love you more than anything in the world and wish you were not so far away.
Won't you please come home? Everybody needs you, I most of all.
GRAHAM ANDERS AMERICAN ACADEMY SCHLOSS
1961 - A Point of View
 The annual meeting of the stockholders of the Boatwright Corporation
 What are you going to do about Boatwright and what are you going to do about yourself?
 Have we learned anything this evening, Doctor?
 Producing results?
 Alexander's Feast
 How'd you like to go over to Salzburg for a month with me?
1947 - An Island
 You're not going to Berlin. You're staying here.
 All right, we're the Military Government.
 The Americans are teaching us to be democratic instead of fascistic.
 Well, this is Fasching.
 Letters after Ash Wednesday
 Say Boris is at Schloss Fyrmian.
 THE AMERICAN ACADEMY IN EUROPE - Prospectus for the First Session
 Learn to think of people as individuals.
 Parlez-moi d'amour, redites-moi des choses tendres.
 Not one thing left to show that you've ever been on earth? - "Sources of Soviet Conduct"
 A Countess, a Prussian Officer and a Ländler
 Now this part of your life is over and I'm sending you home.
 A father who's too busy to watch his son die. - The Spring of 1961
 I cannot sell Schloss Fyrmian to the Academy.
1961 - A Change of Air
 The first thing I saw was the Festung Hohensalzburg far in the distance, silhouetted against the shadowy curtain of the high mountains.
 Next day at the Academy we got to work - Graham, you know what Fleischer did?
 Im weißen Rößl am Wolfgangsee
 Brockaw writing a thesis on Austrian baroque architecture? - Boatwright Corporation and Boris Fleischer, plaintiffs
 You know there a Mr. Devereaux? Mr. Armistead Devereaux?
 I think always of Peter Devereaux.
 It sounds like an act of desperation, and it won't hold up in court.
 In those Oklahoma Hills WHERE AH WAS BOW-AHHHN!
 ... that we should meet again like this . . . I think perhaps there is a reason.
 "Is there here an American by name of Brockaw?"
 This is Boris Fleischer!
 "Does Hans work for Gehlen?" Paola shook her head. "More the other way around."
> Won't you please come home? Everybody needs you, I most of all.
 With this Waffenstillstand you have time now.
 You're going to regret this for the rest of your life!
 We Europeans would not do it. None of us. - People think you need medical attention.
 Will they trust you?
 Some things about the U.S.A. are perhaps rather important, and to us impressive.
 You're going to need a good lawyer.