The place looks dull, empty & colourless, & this aspect accords with my own view of it-- London is the same old London-- whose worst fault is that it has a little too much of all things. It is too humorous, too promiscuous, too stupid (sometimes) & too a great many other things. But I love it well, for all that, & the proof of my affection is that I am homesick at the moment I leave it. I hope you have a fruitful winter. New York looks to me in retrospect like a bright high-pitched heterogeneous Tiffany city- as if some big Tiffany had made it.