There is so much to pardon in this scrap of all I yearn to say that I dare not ask it

If only you were here tonight I think perhaps you would see a
and understand how and why I love you.

I dare not try to tell you what my thoughts have been during
these hours here. My mind teems with pictures wherein you
move. . . All this has been being created for you in my
haart's thoughts - I see it so clearly.

Such futile subjects seem to get into my letters when I compare them
with what I wish to write about and that which I think of when you
occupy my thoughts that I am constrained to stop short - write no more
~~m~~xtixxix unless and until I can indite something that might just possi-
bly interest you

And tonight too I cannot think - I can only long to tell you millions
of things. You will rest in the absolute knowledge that there is only
love in my heart

Darling darling darling O - far off - near - O so near one - I am ...
and at the same time I know, and vow to you, there has not been an hour
of forgetfulness

You gave converted me to many things and I cherish them
and the process.

I must - I dare not - say how sweet every hour you gave
was to me . . .

Induced experience : what I wanted : that state when all Nature dis-
s lived, when nothing matters but one face, one presence. Remember
Tippy coming toward me at lunch in restaurant - slowly, smiling,
enveloping me in a mist of charm, her own face dissolving as if she w
were saying endearments

all the years

Underneath a glow of charm. I have a secret source of exaltation.
This is really all I wanted

Oh how the stab in the solar is different from the stab in the heart

Conversations that cd be wandered into instead of plunged into ......