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February 5

Dear folks,

Work progressing well. Yesterday noon we three -- Betty, Helen, & I -- were transferred to the business school branch, entailing a long walk in the snow. But it was quieter there, and very little - not more than 25 books -- to learn. "I just can't get used to [[strikethrough]] it [[/strikethrough]] being without my Ansel" said Betty. He is surely a spice. Yesterday morn the 19 new help ambled in [[strikethrough]] & Mr [[/strikethrough]] How Mr Ansel strutted as he led them up & down the aisles! He almost does not notice us any more. He has, as last year, erotic tendencies towards me, so I can get away with more. [[strikethrough]] Still [[/strikethrough]] I guess I told you, tho', of his symptomatic, or characteristic art of whisking a "Crimson" away from under our noses during a very slack moment & tearing it to pieces: so sudden it quite shocked us. Poor Mr Ansel. Mrs Knox, the head of the department, has motherly feelings, & she is plush enough to take him & keep him, perhaps unfairly for his employees. He is just  in a job too big for him, feels it, & overcompensates. That is well shown by his attitude towards our reading of the textbooks -- besides that being a time-waster. So. I'm afraid, however, that I cannot apply any further my study of Freud. Bill lent me his introductory lectures which I have almost finished, but have discovered from the textbook department a revision of the same with real alterations, chiefly in dream analysis. Shall have to investigate. This is not the case method of his fatter volumes, but theory, & absorbing, of course. 

Jean is working there too. She can't stand me. [[strikethrough]] nor I her, & [[/strikethrough]] It is interesting how she projects it to me. "Well go on," she'll say, "You don't want to [[text missing; paper ripped]] around [[strikethrough]] any m [[/strikethrough]] here any more." I think the room [[text missing; paper ripped]]ave been ever so