Since
last night I knew that Ardyth is a novelist. That she is a writer with a style
all her own and an imagination as apart as her hair and her eyes and her wit.
But that her medium would be the novel on a large canvas I knew only since
yesterday, because she read to me a whole long passage with characters more
alive and near than those met in my waking hours.
--From her husband Egon's journal, November 23, 1947
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