I've been lying in bed, accompanied by Stella, Annabelle, and Thatch, reading the Cole Porter letters while they napped beside me. The authors research still bugs me: their notes on The Guardsman, when Cole Porter turns down a musical version, mention the film made by Lunt and Fontanne, but omit the fact that it was a play by Ferenc Molnar and the Nelson Eddy film The Chocolate Soldier. I think their research is pathetic, but I enjoy the letters. Porter comes off as a very kind and generous man.