May 6, 1958

Dear Bob,

I fear some evil spirit is at work to thwart us in our plans to publish our letters.  First he visited you and made you forget to date a letter, completely destroying the chronological significance of that letter.

He then visited both of us in turn and compelled us to set down in writing things which could only be sold with a paper back and a picture of a maiden with a torn bra on the cover.

Still not satisfied, he visited me this weekend and made off with your most recent letter,  And to think such penetrating literature is to be lost forever to the outside world! 

I'm very ashamed of my carelessness, and in the future I shall make it a point to put your letters under lock and key, I'd advise you to lock your door at night too.

And I have been exchanging very passionate letters - -  concerned mainly with you and MM.  I almost came home last weekend, but no rides were available.  G will be home and he's leaving a few days before I get home for summer vacation.  He's going to Okinawa, and I probably won't get another opportunity to see him for a year or two. 

Another reason for my going home was, of course, to see S.  This will be our big spring weekend here, and I still don't know what I'm going to do.  I may go to Boston, New York, the mountains, or just sit here and get "shitfased".

I've been very lazy lately and have been muchly bothered by thoughts of S.  I need some sort of break in the monotony before finals.

I still haven't applied to the U. of Vienna and personally I think I'm "nutz", for even thinking of it.  But I can dream, can't I?  And I've been dreaming quite a bit lately .

The letter I wrote S last Sunday was quite a novel thing in that before I wrote it I consulted with a psychology major and was given his opinion on how to handle her.  Her answer should prove very interesting.  At the same time the junior psychiastrist gave me a word-association test and proved that subconsciously I am in love with O'Meara.  At least my conscious was glad to find out!

Tom

April 17, 1958

Dear Thom,

Your letter came Tuesday as a very pleasant surprise.  I wasn't expecting any mail and I didn't even look in the box, but one of my associates,  Ed Kearse of Binghamton, N.Y. by name (we call him Ed Kearse for short) informed me that there was a letter in my box.  If it hadn't been for Krause, I still would not have found your transcript so send him a note of thanks when you have the time.

So much for the banalities.  I think your timely gift to S was an excellent idea.  At least your purchase will help to alleviate the recession.  As for your "snow campaign" I think S is more than sufficiently snowed, and, unless you are contemplating an early marriage, I suggest you park the plow and wait until she digs herself out.  With the price of shotgun shells dropping day by day one must constantly be on one's guard lest parental justice exact its terrible toll.

Your studies concerning both the size and relationship of S's anatomical  concavitures and convexities, one to another, show an astute application on your part of all the complexities of that interesting theory propounded by Messer. Braile long these many years.  It is reassuring to see that modern youth has not entirely disregarded the past achievement of our forebearers, but rather in some cases has improved upon them.

Tomachura, I salute you!  Take your place with H as student of the month.

We had better not publish these things after all, the references are too pointed.

H has to work at the stand again this summer due to recession.  Last Sunday, April 13,  he had to open up for the smelt fisherman.  Pissed him off.

Bob