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April 4

Dear folks,

It is cloudy & cool here today. I hope it is good for your trip. I have been assigned a long paper in 256 on Arnold which the grads will work on all this vacation, and so shall I; plus a list of other things of hopeful accomplishment. That morning in N.C along the river when everything was damp is completely clear in my mind, and I shall think of it.
 
This week-end - out with Nappy Sat night, to see "The Little Minister", pretty good. We ate sweetened sour pork and egg on yong first- delicious, no bad effects. He is [[strikethrough]] really [[/strikethrough]] impossible; I don't have his [[strikethrough]] att [[/strikethrough]] light attitude towards life at all; he must always talk in metaphor & jokes 10 feet off earth. requiring a stimulating companion.
Also he has no conscience about sex, no sensibility about the other person; a plunger. I was very glad when the night-watchman came to his little MIT room. As with so many, I cannot  [[strikethrough]] make him [[/strikethrough]] see him human or understandable at all. Had Sunday dinner with the bunch & Thelma, the Lug's nurse. She is pretty dumb but he has a fondness he won't admit, & may marry her yet. I still can't quite get used to women appearing in bathrobes, but try: There isn't much to try, there is a sort of laziness in the air which prevents much worry; & is also boring. Truly we women are the balms & salves about there. Bill had studied well last week to his surprise, & [[strikethrough]] also [[/strikethrough]] Sunday laughingly reviewed 2500 pages for his Monday test, while I read Meredith's poetry. You might like it a lot, will you try some? However it was a relief from it to read his phamplets on the Relations of the Colon. Very beautiful yesterday, so much so that [[strikethrough]] we both read [[/strikethrough]] I made a remark about [[strikethrough]] bein [[/strikethrough]] feeling like a married woman at which his sensitive foot joint blew out of place. The concert we went to in the evening at Trinity Church was poor, the Bach: lifeless singers a too-well-trained Met soloist,