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Sept. 3.1968

My dear Isabel/

Lydia and I are completely overwhelmed by your news. If you had written that you were in some kind of rest camp, getting over a bad case of the Acute Frustrations, then we could understand, at least. Obviously, you have been trying to accommodate Remson's various needs and wishes into your life, while making more West-brand, East-brand flights than a movie star. The stage was half set for any kind of upheaval-but that is only half the story, if that. I do hope that you are going to keep us posted on the progress, plus the discoveries on just how the innoculation [[inoculation]] could have come about. (You say you are: curable, period. So, we are going to accept that, gratefully. But, we do want to know all they will tell you. And we want you to know that our thoughts will be with you constantly. How long will you be at St. Vincents? What do you like to read?

The every day things are completely without importance in the face of you.