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12/13 [1961]

Dear Esther,

Your disconsolate page today so will write you now. Your feeling about wanting to work & the air where you work - is it over simplifying to say simply - begin - which you will soon anyway, the time is so right. And it seems something unusually fine will come through. Lord, all you've lived and endured must get down in some say - whatever. It's impossible to describe say how important that is. And the lucid & fluid path to deep understanding and awareness - a narrow & very sure comes thru anything you do, well that has to be put down often too. So for god's sake begin anywhere. If only you had a surely defended solitude. It's almost as though you should build a fortress around the house and station armed guards everywhere to ward off neighbors, friends of friends, juvenile delinquents - & 3 phone secretaries - 2 Harrietts - of course a moat - and a cork-lined room.

Oh, Esther, how youd undoubtedly love it here now. A phenomenal time - nothing like it since the 1800's - temperatures in the 60's. Cafes are wonderful & free outside - the sun hits me in the face thru my huge window (only occasionally thru clouds). Michel always does one or two better than the perfect thing to say - like it's because I came back. There must have been 12 soccer games in the Tuillieres [[Tuileries]] at noon time. A man sitting on a 15' long tiller of a riverboat, is envied. And