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August 1963 | Volume 14, Issue 5
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August 1963 | Volume 14, Issue 5
Today I had lunch with Colonel House at his apartment on 68th Street. I arrived at 12:15 to find him dressed and lying on the sola in the little front sitting room (not the side study). He looked like a wax effigy, motionless except for the hand he raised to greet me, the face that of an Eastern philosopher who has discovered the answer to the riddle of life, no emotional disturbance at any time touching his voice or the lines around his eyes and mouth. He began at once: “I wrote you last week that if you had anything to ask me more about the Wilson administration or the [F. D.] Roosevelt period not to wait too long. I don’t expect to stay here long. The doctors tell me that there is nothing wrong with me organically. I can live for ten years, they say, if I adjust my manner of life to a certain level. It means no exertion. I know that just the little extra exertion will carry me across the river. I decided to live over Christmas and the New Year. I wanted to see the grandchildren, and I had work I wanted to finish. But now that is done, and I don’t think I will stay. I think I will go out sometime in the late spring. It’s not worthwhile living in the way I have to. I can adjust myself, but it’s not worthwhile. I can’t read. I’m too weak. I get tired of the radio. I get tired having the women fuss over me. Miss Fanny ought to have the chance to travel and she can’t do it while I am here. 1 I have had an interesting life. I have fulfilled my aspirations. I did just what I wanted to do in the Wilson period, although our plans were spoiled by the catastrophe that followed the Peace Conference. During these last fifteen years I have been close to the center of things, although few people suspect it. No important foreigner has come to America without talking to me. I was close to the movement that nominated Roosevelt. He has been very nice to me, although it was not worth my while advising him. But he has been so little interested in foreign affairs that he has given me tree hand in advising [Cordell] Hull. All the ambassadors have reported to me frequently. My hand has been on things. But now I am too weak to go on with this. And it’s not worthwhile living as a vegetable. So f think I will cross the river shortly.” 1 Miss Frances B. Denton was the personal secretary of Colonel House from the beginning of the century until his death. The daughter of a Texas friend of his earliest days, she was virtually a member of the House family. To her he dictated regularly his diary from the first meeting with Wilson