2 pages, 4to, on recto and verso, in fine condition, creased at folds, with original holograph envelope addressed by Fields. Item #404640
A SUPERB LETTER FROM A BITTER W. C. FIELDS, a lengthy outpouring to his estranged mistress: "I can't write you sensible letters because you don't even take time to read them… you can't fool anyone, leas of all me. You listen to some bums who tell you you are going to knock them in the aisles in Berlin, Paris, Moscow… you spend all your money, run off to N.Y. and when your poke is empty, you appeal to me for a little help and advise which you never take. I feel like such a God damned fool for offering advice or even writing you…"