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June 2, 1947 Dear Keith and Edna: How the weeks and months fly by, and all that happens is as fugitive as Time itself. Although I don't write as often as I should, I am certain that you know and feel that I think of you, and am with you in spirit. My mind does travel, and I make frequent pilgrimages to your shrine - your beautiful home and surroundings - and above all the indefinable peaceful lovable environment and I come away as from another world. I do try as much as possible to put out of my mind the horror and contradiction of "our" civilization- modern civilization, but the inroads from all sorts of sources - political - professional - humanitarian are multiple these days and it is so difficult to remain uninvolved. From the demands - one would think that speaking is my vocation. But I have learned how to decline gently