Viewing page 11 of 52

This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.

Thursday

270 OCEAN FRONT
SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA 

Darling - Ever since we've said good night I've been searching for a piece of paper to write on — Now I've found the paper I'm trying to write on the corner of the dressing table. But all this is to tell you I practically had tears in my eyes that you wanted to send me orchids —— you know how I love them —— far too much to see them recoil and die in the alien atmosphere of the train. After I'd hung up the phone I realized I'd sounded rude and blunt —— I felt so much the opposite —— you are so sweet to me I wish this devil in me that fights all that would come out of me.

Telephones are an implement of torture —— Dali is understandable when he uses that sinister palet to paint telephones and watches limp and frustrated

I'm working out an abominable hex for Birdwell if he doesn't come forth with that reservation to-morrow——

With love always,
Emmie