Jack Harris' Thank You Letter
to the Ford Foundation

Ford Foundation
New York, N.Y
12 April 2005


         It was fifty years ago that I started writing about Shakespeare's Measure for Measure and four theatre productions of the play as seen at Stratford-upon-Avon, but I believe it has as much validity now (if not more) as it did then. I finished the work in 1959. A few years earlier at the age of 25, I had been given the opportunity of a lifetime, when the Ford Foundation awarded Photo of 
Jack's Ford Foundation Card
Card Acknowledging
Award of a Ford Foundation Grant
to Jack Harris
me a small but very valuable grant for high school teachers, with the one major stipulation to do "something toward my professional development that I would never otherwise be able to do," something that life never would have offered me otherwise. As a young teacher of English and theatre in Reed City, a small, central Michigan town, I was given the opportunity to travel, while my colleagues stayed behind without such a special advantage. I was extremely lucky. I took the advice of a former English professor of mine, Mary Mathison Wills, and "got on the boat" as soon as possible and headed for England on a Dutch liner with a whole lot of other students.


On the Ryndam, mid-Atlantic: I am on the right; the girl on the far left went with me to see Firebird ballet


         The first night in London my American companion, Pat (a vivacious girl from the east coast) and I inquired at the Royal Opera House for tickets to the evening's ballet performance. The woman at the window stared at us in astonishment: "You are lucky," she said: "Two tickets have just been returned." It just happened to be the first night in London ever to see a performance of Stravinsky's "Firebird," danced for the first time by the incomparable Margot Fonteyn. My education, via the Ford Foundation, had begun, and I hardly knew it. I still have the program, battered but intact. The next day I left for Scotland and the Edinburgh Festival, for which I had reserved tickets to such things as an astonishingly rich "Homage to Diaghilev" exhibit, Photo of 
Poster Announcing Diaghilev Exhibit
1954 Poster Announcing Diaghilev Exhibit
the Scottish National Orchestra, with Artur Rubinstein playing "Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini," and The Glyndebourne Opera doing Mozart's Cosi Fan Tutte.

        After hitch-hiking from Edinburgh to Braemar and Balmoral where the Highland Games Photo of 
Highland Games inScotland
Highland games are events held in spring and summer in Scotland and other countries with a large Scottish diaspora, as a way of celebrating Scottish and Celtic culture, especially that of the Scottish Highlands.
were taking place and the new queen appeared, I headed north toward Cape Wrath Photo of 
Cape Wrath, cathedral rock kearvaig
Cape Wrath is one of Britain's iconic cornerstones where the north and west coasts of Scotland meet.

        (Photo taken from tripadvisor.com)
the northwest tip of Scotland. I found a youth hostel at Durness, a kind of quanset hut as base. I met there an adventurous Swiss fellow, and we teamed up headed and down the west coast through the Highlands to Ullipool, a fishing town on the coast. Then I headed out on my own for Kyle of Lochalsh Photo of 
The Skye Bridge
Kyle of Lochalsh, ("strait of the foaming loch") is a village in the historic county of Ross & Cromarty on the northwest coast of Scotland.
The Skye Bridge, links Kyle of Lochalsh to The Isle of Skye.

        (Photo By Dirk Tintemann - Own work, CC BY-SA 2.5,
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1546497 )
and caught a ferry that took me to the Isle of Skye, where I of course began to hitchhike again. Late in the day I was let out at a curve in the road at Sligachan
Sligachan:
Sligeachan is a small settlement on Skye, Scotland. It is close to the Cuillin mountains and provides a good viewpoint for seeing the Black Cuillin mountains.
where I asked in a pub how far to the Youth Hostel: "Just over those Cuillin Hills eight miles"—and I walked it, with long-horn cattle staring at me, as I waded through streams and over very wet land. After drying out the next two days, I was ready to head on to Dunvegan Castle. Photo of 
Dunvegan Castle, Scotland
Dunvegan Castle is located 1 mile to the north of Dunvegan on the Isle of Skye, off the west coast of Scotland.
The castle was first built in the 13th century and developed piecemeal over the centuries. In the 19th century the whole castle was remodeled in a mock-medieval style. (Wikipedia)

        After Skye I determined to "see it all" and took the boat to the Outer Hebrides,
Outer Hebrides:
The Outer Hebrides is an island chain off the west coast of mainland Scotland. (Wikipedia)
where I had a good wander around the Callanish Stones Photo of 
Callanish Stones, Scotland
The Callanish Stones are located on the Isle of Lewis, Scotland. They are an arrangement of standing stones placed in a cruciform pattern with a central stone circle. They were erected in the late Neolithic era, and were a focus for ritual activity during the Bronze Age. They are on the west coast of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides, Scotland. (Wikipedia)
By Tom Richardson, CC BY-SA 2.0,
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=13501511
and other ancient monuments, including a small stone church with pre-Christian carvings (naughty they were). At Stornoway,
Stornoway:
A town on the Isle of Lewis, in the Outer Hebrides, Scotland, UK. Stornoway is the main town of the Western Isles and the capital of Lewis and Harris in Scotland. (Wikipedia)
I attended church, a very important part of their lives — very serious it was — yet in the midst of the service the lady next to me bumped my arm and I held out my hand and into it went some pink candies and I soon realized just about everyone was enjoying themselves. I traveled down the north part of the Island to the other end, perhaps only because it was called "Harris," but seeing the cottages where Harris tweed was made, sunken into the earth, perhaps to be partially, at least out of the storms that blast those islands. Yes, I bought Harris Tweed and sent it home and later had an almost imperishable coat made of it. Back on the mainland I finally got back on course, I got to Glasgow Photo of 
Glasgow, Scotland
Glasgow, Scotland:
Photo borrowed from: thenomadvisor.com
(great art and great people), and I had to see England's Lake District. The journey there was Tao.
Tao Defined:
1) The way or path to be followed.
2) The essential principle underlying existence; ultimate reality.
The first night I stayed at Keswick Photo of 
Keswick, The Lake District
Keswick, The Lake District:
A market town in the Lake District, Keswick has Medieval roots
and sits just in from the northeast shore of Derwentwater, a lake of staggering beauty.

An aerial view of Keswick looking towards the Borrowdale Valley.
Photo borrowed from: https://visitcumbria.com
and the next day walked with a German young fellow all the way around (13 miles) Derwentwater. As a teacher of English Literature, I had to walk the sidewalks ("pavements") of Grasmere, Wordsworth's home village on a beautiful October afternoon, without a tourist in sight. Among the walks I took in the Lake District, and I took many, I walked around little Rydall Water, again late in the afternoon.


German Youth hicking in Lake District

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        Later, I visited York, walked the walls, and saw Fountains Abbey. Photo of 
Fountains Abbey
Fountains Abbey is one of the largest and best preserved ruined Cistercian monasteries in England. Founded in 1132, the abbey operated for 407 years.
In those years, young North Americans, if they were lucky enough to cross the Atlantic, didn't take anything for granted. When I got back to York after visiting the Abbey, I was met by a young Canadian girl and told her of my fabulous experience of being totally alone in the ruins with snow falling, she said to me: "Wait 'till you see this: It will drive you out of your mind." She meant, of course, the cathedral.

        Next, of course, was the Bronte country, the house, the dark and overwhelming graveyard pressed against the sidewalk in front and out across the moors, to discover the shattered building that supposedly inspired Emily's novel Wuthering Heights. Photo of 
Wuthering Heights England
An important site featured in Emily Brontë's 1847 novel, "Wuthering Heights", is the remote moorland farmhouse called Wuthering Heights.
All of this while I was visiting schools, including Rugby, mainly to inquire about their drama program, as I had planned in my original outline for the Ford Foundation.

        Ultimately, however, I had my sights on Sratford-upon-Avon. It was inevitable. After a week of seeing plays, at the very end of the season in November, 1954, I met another American, an Italian from New York City, while waiting in queue for a ticket to Romeo and Juliet, the last performance of the season at the then "Shakespeare Memorial Theatre."


The Shakespeare Memorial Theatre, Sratford-upon-Avon, November, 1954


         He was an American graduate student who was living at Stratford and studying at The Shakespeare Institute, at Mason Croft, in Church Street, under the distinguished leadership of Professor Allardyce Nicoll and other eminent scholars. It is a special graduate division of the University of Birmingham located in Mason Croft, an historic building at Stratford.

         Even though I had planned to spend the winter in the south of France (which as yet I have never seen), I knew this was the place for me, and, with the grace of God, the goodness of Sir Barry Jackson who helped finance the opening of the Institute, the gentle kindness of Professor Nicoll, and others, I was admitted for the first year as a special graduate student to the Institute, and settled down to study in the heart of the Shakespeare country.

         I was extremely lucky that the Ford Foundation gave me the freedom to develop my plan as I went: I, coming out of Reed City in central Michigan, didn't even know the Institute existed.


Pictures of The Shakespeare Institute in Stratford-Upon-Avon






Halls Croft in Stratford-Upon-Avon, circa 1954


Hall’s Croft in Stratford-upon-Avon is the former home of William Shakespeare’s daughter Susanna and her husband, John Hall. The wealthy couple commissioned this grand home, living here for just a few years from 1613/14 before moving to New Place, after the death of Shakespeare in 1616. Today, the property is one of the finest historic homes in Stratford-upon-Avon, and the gardens are a haven of peace and beauty.


        At first, I rented at 18 Old Town, where I had a single front room, right on Church Street halfway between the Guild Chapel, The School, The Almshouses, and Holy Trinity Church. The Institute was steps away, and just down the street towards the Church was Halls Croft, Susanna Shakespeare's house, where other students and I got most of our lunches, either in the Club room or the spacious, lovely garden, along with such actors from the theatre as Edith Evans (THE great Lady Bracknell of the twentieth century).

         I spent the first year doing what most graduate students did: read, read, read, attended seminars, wrote essays for tutors, learned to read Elizabethan-Jacobean script, attended the theatre (only five to ten minutes away), and, later, gathered at the Windmill pub across the street from the Institute or at the Dirty Duck by the Avon near the theatre. I believe eleven was closing time. It wasn't a bad life: it's just that you couldn't exactly be a slouch. After all, you were very lucky to be there at all.

        But I wanted something more than that cold and desolate room right off the street, even if it was the street down which the Birthday parade of nations marched from the Birthplace to the Church on April 23 every year.


         picture of Shakespeare's Birthday Parade                                   picture of Shakespeare's Birthday Parade, 1956

         I heard that "digs" were available in a Thatched Cottage on the green in a village two miles down the Avon at Luddington, with a sitting room on the ground floor with fireplace, circa 1550, and a bedroom above, where the double bed tipped westward, so that when you arose you headed four steps down hill to the dresser. I was in heaven and lay awake most of the first week in ecstasy. To Mrs. Headland's delight, I immediately took charge of her front garden, which faced onto the Village Green. Gardening was a snap, compared to trying to grow things in the sands of Northern Michigan. And topping all the rest, was the knowledge that I had the former "digs" of Paul Scofield, who with his young family had, in the preceding decade, risen to fame as Hamlet at Stratford, and lived at the Thatched Cottage in the same rooms.


picture of Thatched Cottage                    picture of Paul Scofield as Hamlet, Memorial Theater

Was I lucky? Ford had given me the opportunity of a lifetime.

         As luck would have it, I found I was living so economically (approximately, $8.56 per week, room and board) I could stay on for a second year and begin my Master of Arts degree. This would be in 1955-56. John Russell Brown, who had earlier been most helpful, came to my rescue and suggested I do a stage history of one of Shakespeare's plays as performed at the Memorial Theatre. This idea fit perfectly with the original plan with Ford: to enhance my interest in theatre. I wanted to do Big Things, so I suggested I study King Lear, a play I had read in undergraduate school under Dr. Mary Wills. Dr. Brown wisely steered me clear of such a monumental task and instead recommended Measure for Measure. I hardly knew the play. After a reading or two, I saw his point, the play itself interested me, and I wrote up a proposal. There had been only four directors who had produced the play at Stratford: William Poel (1908) Photo of 
William-Poel
William-Poel,
World-Renowned Actor and Director of Shakespeare
W. Bridges Adams (1924 and 1931), Frank McMullen (an American, in 1946), and Peter Brook (1950), who had a very long and enormously successful season only four years before I first arrived in England in August 1954, though I had no idea of the fame of the first and last person on that list: Poel and Brook. I had, however, attended two ten week summer sessions at The University of Colorado, at Boulder, where one summer B. Iden Payne Photo of 
B. Iden Payne, Director of Shakespeare
B. Iden Payne,
World-Renowned Teacher and Director of Shakespeare
directed Shakespeare's Twelfth Night and I got two small parts, the Sea Captain and the Priest, in the production—and Payne had worked with Poel! (Read about B. Iden Payne on Wikipedia.)

         I immediately set to work collecting data for such a task. At that time, the Theatre Library was in the part of the theatre that had survived the Great Fire that had burned out the old (and very Victorian) building. It had by this time become the back and west side of the new art deco theatre, designed by an American woman, in the thirties. The reading room of the library was quite small with only a few chairs and fewer tables, and Miss Eileen Robinson, as Librarian, kept it immaculately in order, while the holdings were kept protected in an area behind. To me the most important holdings were the original prompt books, because they held each director's cuttings, movements, much of the entire plan of the production. And of course she had on hand photographs of everything. It was right there, not more than eight minutes walk from the Institute.

         Actually, it was the second year at Stratford that became the biggest boon to me, the year that the Ford Foundation could feel proudest to be responsible for. I was so lucky. The most notable other person who spent time there was Tanya Moiseiwitsch, the famous stage designer who was primarily responsible for the platform stage at Stratford, Ontario, and went from there with Tyrone Guthrie to Minneapolis to help design the great new theatre there. We had lots of conversations together, at least when other visitors were not around. Ms. Moisiavitch was not at all a pretentious or distant person; she was, rather, very natural to talk with. However, Miss Robinson told us how disconcerting it was when Americans would open the door—just to look and say loudly (out of the blue) "Hi!" She wasn't used to such familiarity with strangers in Britain; and she never quiet knew how to respond. But it was altogether a perfect place to work on my subject: a first class collection of manuscript material almost at my fingertips, an efficient yet warm and helpful woman who knew her collection, a small comfortable library room, and a friendly woman who would go on to become world famous for her contribution to the Elizabethan stage in North America.

         One day Miss Robinson brought out of storage a sale description catalogue of William Poel's famous "platform stage" built by him in the late nineteenth century to replicate, as best he could, what the Elizabethan stage would have looked like. To my amazement, this must have been the only copy extant, because Robert Speaight Photo of 
Robert Speaight, Actor and Writer
Robert Speaight, 1904 – 1976
Actor and Writer of theatre and biography
never mentions it in his full length biography of Poel or other writings, nor had any of the multitude of other writers who had over the years commented on Poel. In time, I wrote it up and had it published (with photographs) in Theatre Notebook, (XVII, #4, Summer 1963) a small but significant journal published in London.

         Another article of mine, probably the most detailed and thorough description of Poel's production of Measure, as it was performed at Stratford-upon-Avon in 1908, was much later published in Speech and Drama, (Vol. 37, No. 1, Spring 1988). This production was seen by the then young Sir Barry Jackson, of Birmingham, who would go on to open a theatre in London and later at Stratford and Malvern, as well as his own Birmingham Repertory Theatre, to influence English theatre and discover an amazing number of great English actors, called Poel's 1908 Stratford production for him the supreme "awakening experience." The Speech and Drama essay recreates everything about that production as a great moment in the history of the twentieth century English theatre, right down to the weather.

         Of course, I frequently had to go to the Shakespeare Library in Birmingham, and other libraries, especially the Bodlein at Oxford, the British Museum in London, along with the Enthoven Collection at the Victoria and Albert Museum, etc., but the bulk of the work could be gleaned right at Stratford. I also took courses at Birmingham at the University to make up for deficiencies in background, including one I remember, a class from the unique and eminent scholar, I. A. Shapiro, who just recently died in 2004 at the age of 99. One day I had not finished a reading before arriving at the university and his challenge to me was delivered in his usual very pointed question: "And what were you doing on the train (from Stratford)? Counting the rabbits? There, of course, had to be photographs for both my Master's Degree and, later the Ph.D., but the theatre library at Stratford had a most complete collection of these, thanks mainly to Miss Robinson. I also traveled to the vast newspaper collection at the Collindale Library at Golder's Green, Photo of 
Collindale Library at Golder's Green
Collindale Library at Golder's Green
Important Research Source for Jack Harris' MA and Ph.D. Thesis
outside London; but I still lived at the Thatched Cottage most of the time. I had found a very old bicycle in the garage behind the Institute and traveled by that means between the Institute and "home." That, in fact, was when I really heard my first performance of the English lark, made so famous by Shelley's poem, "To a Shylark," rising from a field beside the road and into the sky to do his magical firebird dance. The other special treat I remember was that Paul Scofield came back one day to visit Mrs. Headland and served her three tenants breakfast the next morning. It was like having Gary Cooper do the same for you here in America.

         Thus that second year was primarily devoted to data collection. As I recall, only a small portion of the actual writing was done that second year; the rest would be done after my return home to Michigan. Most of the writing took place in a vacant house belonging to my parents, and John Russell Brown edited whatever I sent him by post wherever he was. For example, I still have at least one note here from him in Washington, D.C. His help was invaluable. What my work reveals, quite clearly, is that each director brings his own reading to the play and cuts whatever he feels is either unnecessary, or too shocking for his audience, or whatever simply doesn't support his own particular vision for the work. In every case, I found that all four directors were limited in their vision of Shakespeare's own plan. One needs to say about each production that it is, say, "Shakespeare's and William Poel's Measure for Measure or "Shakespeare's and Peter Brook's Measure for Measure," etc. In fact, it is said that Brook, in a six hour production of Hamlet he produced for his family at Christmas when he was seven, referred to it as "P. Brook's and W. Shakespeare's Hamlet." He has carried this philosophy pretty much with him throughout his long and famous life. He is brilliant. He is a genius. I know, because I have seen his Paul Scofield "Moscow" Hamlet and his Scofield on the stage in other work. But in his Shakespeare he cut the text to make Shakespeare's play his own; and this, I believe, is where he falters.

         The Measure for Measure work was completed in Michigan, where I taught at Arthur Hill High School for three years and was then invited to teach at the university level at Central Michigan University. I then returned to Stratford-on-Avon for two more years of study (1962-64), working at University of Birmingham and Stratford, when I began work on my first love, King Lear. This work followed the plan for the M.A., another stage history and interpretation, but with a major difference: This would be a study, not just of a play at one famous theatre, but a study that would begin with an overview of an early alteration of Lear, the King Lear of Naham Tate, 1681, a radical alteration of Shakespeare's original that held the stage, wholly or in part, into the nineteenth century and trace the play through three centuries of theatre performance: David Garrick, Edmund Kean, William Charles Macready, Henry Irving, John Gielgud, and Paul Scofield as King Lear. The famous Peter Brook-Scofield Lear came at the end of this second residence at Stratford and its significance was such that I had to incorporate it into the original plan. Again, as in the M.A. thesis, in my final chapter of the book I summarize what each director missed or deleted or deliberately altered to suit his own plan for the drama. Anyone who thinks there is ever a "complete text" of a Shakespeare play in performance is badly misinformed, in my opinion. I have never seen a prompt book that did not cut something or other, and in most cases, a lot of the text.

         On three different occasions in the seventies, I took groups of students from America to Stratford-upon-Avon and the Shakespeare Institute to study in a spring course and experience something of what I had there. We studied at the Institute, heard lectures from professors, talks from well-known actors and critics, traveled to great houses and gardens. It was a complete cultural experience. I had also become involved in historic preservation, as Vice-chair of the Historic District Commission, and President of the Ypsilanti Heritage Foundation (not the conservative group in Washington) as well as editor of Heritage Foundation's newsletter. We made an enormous difference.

         Happily, Shakespeare, in my opinion, still awaits a full performance, not so much in terms of keeping every word of the text in the performance, but in keeping what is clearly Shakespeare's intentions foremost in any production. That is why I, more than fifty years after receiving a Ford Fellowship, thank Ford profusely for changing my life and the lives of those around me, first, for the M.A. thesis, the above Measure for Measure, a Stage History and an Interpretation," and, second, a similar, but larger, volume, " on "King Lear". in the Theatre: A Study of the Play Through the Performances of Garrick, Kean, Macready, Irving, Gielgud, and Scofield. Both of these works were done for the University of Birmingham, the first completed in 1959 (213 pp.) and the second in 1966 (458 pp.). In both cases, I look at these works now as even more important than they were back then, particularly the Lear, for it involves a better known and a greater play, as well as three centuries of great actors, culminating with Gielgud, whom the world has recently lost, and Scofield, who is now 83. Recently there has been a theatrical biography of Gielgud (Sheridan Morley's John Gielgud, 2002), which essentially ignores cuttings of the text. Moreover, I more firmly now believe the world has yet to see the real Shakespeare's King Lear.

        My belief is that when Shakespeare sat down to write King Lear he asked himself not so much, "What story do I want to tell?" but rather "What is the challenge I can give myself and my audience?": "What powerful impact do I want my audience to feel?" And, at least in Lear, Shakespeare's answer seems clear to me: he wanted to take on the challenge of the most difficult human subject possible: an ancient king so old ("four score and upwards") few could identify with him, a man so stubborn that hardly anyone could feel for him. With this as starters, Shakespeare was then determined to create the closest, most powerful identity connection between his actors and his audience imaginable. The simple story would lead his audience, first to fear for Lear in his error in judgement but also the audience to fear for themselves, for this fear is universal: we all live with the fear of not knowing enough to avoid catastrophe. The idea is basic to all of us: It is at least as old as Greek drama. Shakespeare wanted to arouse this fear, first, and then awake such pity for those who are shut out of their "safe" environments, that the audience becomes involved in taking sides between the essentially bad, self-centered, possessive characters (e.g., Edmund, Goneril, Regan Cornwall, et. al.) and the considerate and giving characters (Kent, Cordelia, Gloucester, Fool, Albany, and all those in the shadows, including the servants left after the blinding of Gloucester, who seek to ease his pain). It hardly matters that Lear dies, for at the end he comes to us, with the dead Cordelia in his arms, asking us to "Howl, . . .", and he SHOWS us directly: "Do you see this?" He confronts us with lost love, and we identify, for it is our loss too. And it is perhaps the worst loss, a child, a favorite child. Between fear and pity, aroused out of the actions on the stage, there would arise such an emotional involvement that it would not be easy to recover or forget. This was Shakespeare's intention. It happened, I remember reading somewhere, to Joshua Reynolds when he saw Garrick do Lear and it happened to me when I saw Gielgud do the same role. Like Reynolds, I could not look at the text of Lear without sharp reaction. After the performance, I was taken backstage to Guilgud's dressing room door; I told him how affected I was. His simple answer was typical of him: "Sometimes I know what I'm doing, and sometimes I don't." Garrick was doing a largely Tate text, in which Cordelia does not die, but Lear's suffering alone carried him along; I was listening, in Gielgud, to a largely Shakespeare text. Tate's text, painful as it is to us but powerful to Reynolds, made its point; Gielgud's Shakespeare text made its point to me. Shakespeare's intentions, the essentials of fear and pity, in a universal human experience, held fast.

        Gielgud had been mislead by developments around him and he attempted to remove sympathy and pity from this 1955 Lear. Toward the end of this new Lear, he 'failed' and returned to his earlier more sympathetic Lears and this was enough to move me forcibly. I believe I prove that, particularly in the cases of Gielgud's 1950 Lear and the debacle of his production of the 1955 Noguchi King Lear, he was determined not to be seen as living in the past and was influenced by new movements, such as Polish critic Jan Kott, the Irish playwright Samuel Beckett, and the British director Peter Brook: all of these men were moving toward a new view of life that would be reflected in their works. Certainly in Brook's efforts to remove sympathy altogether in the 1962 Paul Scofield Lear, he succeeded in defeating, or nearly defeating, Shakespeare's original intentions: Shakespeare wanted complete identification between actor and audience; whereas they wanted distance between actors and audience. Look on mercilessly and the impact would be more powerful, they all seemed to say. They saw the universe and human experience within it as meaningless; Shakespeare wanted to create meaning and involvement. They wanted coldness, emptiness; he wanted warmth, human warmth, and love. Gielgud AND Scofield, as individuals, if left to their own devices, could have given them the latter, but were influenced or downright directed away from such feelings. My point is that we have to return to the text, and Shakespeare's efforts to engage us more fully. We must allow Shakespeare's clear purpose to evoke, at first, fear, and soon emotional identity with those who are cast out: Cordelia, Kent, Edgar, Lear, and Gloucester. And the Fool follows. That is why I say it is not too late to publish the larger writings that I have kept unpublished until now. Whenever the director thinks that his Lear is more important than Shakespeare's, as far as I'm concerned, he limits, drastically, the full impact of the play.

        "At the latest minute of the hour," I hope that you will accept my belated thanks for that Fellowship, given so many years ago. I have, between those early stages of my career and now, published in Shakespeare Quarterly, Hamlet Studies, Speech and Drama, Theatre Notebook, and most recently The Explicator and English Language Notes (both jointly with Frankie Rubinstein in 2004). Now I want to get into print these two larger works that I believe are ripe for publication. I am now 76, retired ten years, and still working on what your fellowship got me onto: I don't want to leave these larger (and I think quite readable) works go unpublished.

        In any case, thank you again Ford Foundation, for what you did for me in 1954! The sum was minimal then (I believe something like $8,000!) but it made such an enormous difference to me and the world. You never asked for this long letter, or any report to my knowledge, but I hope you can see that I made good use of your largess. At the same time I can tell you that one of the stipulations of the award was that I return for at least one year to the high school that I left; but back then I of course wrote Godfrey T. Norman, Superintendent, and he wrote back and urged me on. But this last summer, I got a phone call out of the blue from a leader of the class that graduated from Reed City High School the year I left. He was ecstatic that he had at last found me alive. We were invited to a weekend celebration of their 50th reunion of that class, visited the old high school (about to be torn down), banqueted all weekend, and had a glorious time. They taught me and I taught them, as of yore. It was the surprise of a lifetime, so I did, in fact, finally "go back."

Yours sincerely,

Dr. Arthur J. Harris, Professor Emeritus, Eastern Michigan University, Ypsilanti, Michigan 48197