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
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