And I don’t need to tell you that I fear the war：it is like a plague，or some great monster waiting.
Alone，I feel helpless，（at best）fatalistic.When we are together I feel that we have subsp;virtue in us that we shall，somehow，be able to withstand it.But being apart it’s no good，no good at all.
I wish I knew something definite，whether you will be able to manage to persuade the sulate.I feel that you will，but until I really know，I shall be anxious still.
I don’t know what to say，my Wig.I’m not depresd.I’m not happy.I em to be in a sort of limbo where everything is half-and-half；quite obviously，there is only half of me here.I was quite calm and deliberate and soberwhen I said，the other day，that my soul had left me to lewith you.It ems to be such a simple matter of fact.
I think it is a very good thing that I am w hard.I mistrust mylf when I am left alone and writing articles eas the strain.Without it I should be rushing from deep depression to a sort of hysterionchaland that would perhaps break something.
And I don’t need to tell you that I fear the war：it is like a plague，or some great monster waiting.
Alone，I feel helpless，（at best）fatalistic.When we are together I feel that we have subsp;virtue in us that we shall，somehow，be able to withstand it.But being apart it’s no good，no good at all.
I wish I knew something definite，whether you will be able to manage to persuade the sulate.I feel that you will，but until I really know，I shall be anxious still.
I don’t know what to say，my Wig.I’m not depresd.I’m not happy.I em to be in a sort of limbo where everything is half-and-half；quite obviously，there is only half of me here.I was quite calm and deliberate and soberwhen I said，the other day，that my soul had left me to lewith you.It ems to be such a simple matter of fact.