My Guru and His Disciple [antikvár]

OneToward the end of January 1939, Wystan Auden and I arrived in New York, by boat from England. I have described the events and decisions which led to this journey in my book Christopher and His Kind. It was our second visit to New York; we had spent a few days there in the summer of 1938, on our way home to England from China. Now, although our plans weren't definite, it seemed that we might be staying for a long time, perhaps permanently.Our first visit had been a tourist visit, uniquely magic. As far as I was concerned, it could never be duplicated. The tension of New York life had been thrilling when it had had a time limit; now it quickly began to demoralize me. Less than two months after our arrival, I wrote in my diary:This has been a bad sterile period for me. I've done practically nothing. Every day I think: Now I must get busy, now I must start work. But at what? My money is rapidly running out. Wystan has the prospect of a