Okay, it's nothing like eating candy but it's still pretty great.
TO ALISTAIR COOKEHeh. On a serious note, there are some funny and very moving letters to and from people like T.S. Eliot... Groucho had very interesting pen-pals.
July 8, 1957
Dear Mr. Cooke:
I was a little disappointed on receiving your rather lengthy letter, to find no mention of money. I am of course, an artist, with my head in the clouds. And I was very happy to be invited to appear, gratis or thereabouts, on "Meet the Press," "The Last Word," the City Center Theater in New York, two all-night telethons, etc. But my business manager, Mr. Gummo Marx, has a passion for money that is virtually a sickness. I am constantly being embarrassed by it. Still, he is my brother, and rather than upset him, I have to bow to his wishes.
I hope you and your charming wife are as happy and as gay as the weather permits, and that this note will not end our fragile friendship.
Regards,
Groucho
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