COCTEAU Jean L.A.S. "Jean", Milly November 20, 1950, to Mary HOECK; 1 page in-4 (some small marginal tears). Nice letter to her English translator. "Your letters and poems are the living leaves that succeed in defeating our dead leaves. I let go - this is human autumn. (Sic) My skin is peeling. And I'm tired of this trip to New York in advance. This city repels the sick. I'll have to show off and pretend to be up for it. Be, I repeat, yourself and us with ELIOT. Don't hide anything. He must understand by your attitude that your translations come out of the soul and have nothing to do with intellectual work. Everyone's been harassing me to write a play. "Do you have any idea?" They don't know that an idea must first have me - that is, it must invade me and force me to throw it out. It is not easy"...