Your dear letter is not only glowing with love, it is also more intuitive than any other message I have received lately. “Forgive me for not getting in touch sooner” you write. Do you know why? Because in your unusual unselfish love you, of all people, understand that I am going through a period when I must or should be alone. Also a trip to Egypt and Brazil is in the offing, and I prepare thunderoudly [sic] for the things we have to do on that trip. Other friends come dropping in and keep me away from my task for hours deep into the night. Even when I tell them in advance I really should not see any one, they still come, saying “But I have to see you, Shamcher” not paying any attention to what I have to do or see.
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