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with the flattering information that you have read my poor
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Letters to Dead Authors. You are kind enough to say that you wish I would write some
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Letters to Living Authors;
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I may write till they can spell --an exercise of which ghosts are probably as incapable as was Matt's little Mistress of Quality. But Living Authors are very different people, and it would be perilous, as well as impertinent, to direct one's comments on them literally, in the French phrase,
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Letters on Literature,