sely, but believe in the extreme pleasure you have caused me, and in the affectionate feelings with which I am and shall always be faithfully your friend,
I am not dead tho' only half alive. Very soon I shall send you some Ms. I am writing hopelessly?but still I am writing. How I feel I cannot express. Pages accumulate and the story stands still.
I feel suicidal.
Drop me a line and tell me when and how you are. If you could come down it would be an act of real friendship and also of charity.
My kind regards and Jessie's love to your wife. Jess is knocked up with the boy's teething performances. He has (and she has also) a rough time of it.
I am afraid there's something wrong with my thinking apparatus. I am utterly out of touch with my work and I can't get in touch. All is darkness.