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March 11, 1949

Dear folks,

It's rainy -- but doesn't feel spring rainy, being only in upper thirty's.  [[strikethrough]] Have [[/strikethrough]] Yesterday I heard what resembled a grackle, & saw an unidentifiable pair [[strikethrough]] on a branch [[/strikethrough]] of black birds high on a branch.  Could be?

The concert Wed night had some very poor piano pieces to start with, the first with three men at one piano.  But after the last "I thought the house would crumble into a heap" says the Crimson editorial commentator.  I introduce to you the name of Bartok, a modern Hungarian.  Timpany & pianos.  It just suits an age, however harsh the disonance & loud the twangs -- & it was terrific.  We are wire-drawn, and the urge to bang is pretty powerful;  this was a great cathartic experience.  And pretty well written too.

We went out for beers last night, & a [[strikethrough]] long [[/strikethrough]] drive -- he had Harhay's car (frozen generator in his) & it felt so good to steam down route 16 without rattle bump & fear of all giving way at the next hard stop.  Sat I will study with him - really study, I assure you.  I can study much better with him.  It becomes very lonely & restless here when I see him so often.  [[strikethrough]] He would [[/strikethrough]] If I ever despair of a husband, I am informed ... mayhap.  But I would like someone who can expand more his soul.  We are too matchingly egocentric.  Pity the child.  However you can't tell.  The [[?ee]] security is appealing.  But no.  [[strikethrough]] At [[/strikethrough]]

Love,
Doris