Carbon copy of a typed letter : [Plymouth], to Lady Astor, 1951 January 19.

Discussing his work and what it means to be a revolutionary; asking "...should you come to Plymouth - not to ask me to come to see you. I am in the midst of writing a further vol. of biographical sketches, and wont permit the entrance of any distraction. It will take me near a year to finish, and more, and more...I have had to refuse a lot of requests - one from the Ministry of Information for an article on G.B.S.; and now I have been presented with a request from the Editor of the American THEATRE ARTS for an article - and the Editor happens to be a friend of mine - so what shall I do, now, oh, what shall I do!...You seem to think a 'revolutionary' must be a fire, an earthquake, or a big wind, forgetting the still, small voice. G.B.S. was an earthquake, a fire, a big wind, and, also, a still, small voice. He was all, in all, through all, a Revolutionary of the first order. And he was Irish, too, which - to many - made him bewilderingly incomprehensible, especially to the English. But the still small voice has accomplished many revolutions - James Joyce was a revolutionary in literature; Freud one in psychology; Yeats one in the Theatre, ably seconded by the redoubtable Lady Gregory: all working - though they didn't know it - under the Red Flag. I dont 'approve' of C. Fry - he may, for all I know, be a bloodier villain than terms can make him out. I like his work in the drama; that is all. There's no such things[sic] as 'conversion', except the 'conversion' of bonds. There is growth, or, in other words, the never-ending process of evolution."