See, I'm up to date already. Today it was a repeat on mail run 4 with Quick—and I do enjoy flying with him because I have no inhibitions and am under no pressure.
Tonight: a letter from Kiene (?), forwarded from Hondes (?) and OK of course; and one from Abbie with Wallace's address and mention of Storms (?).
I've finished 'A Street in Moscow' and how I wish I could write like that—although most of those here don't appreciate it. The spirit of Russia, a mal-treated child who nevertheless has faith.
And where is happiness—not for a moment that I don't feel I have it—I have. Doc Tuttle, I'm sure, is the best mind of the bunch. The book says it's in the mind, not material environment, and Truth is built on the 'exceptions…an original idea?
After a bull fest about the raid with Sam Weisbraut (?) and the Colonel traipsing (?) out every 5 minutes, plus his trip, convinced Sam maybe we _?_ have fun after all—as I earlier argued. I hope my mail comes!
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