As you probably heard, I decided to come here to convalesce at a friend's of mine, who is a doctor, and until a few days
ago I was feeling much better, and improving steadily. But apparently I am badly cursed: I caught a slight cold, and then
the other day my friend's son came form school with conjunctivitis, and next morning the whole family, plus myself, had
swollen eyes and burning tears. I am afraid this new trouble will lengthen my convalescence, because it keeps me indoors.
I wonder when I shall feel really well again: I'm so tired of this story. I sometimes regret not to believe in God: it
would be so comfortable to rely upon him, at least as long as medicine doesn't progress a little farther. But it's
too late now. Seriously speaking, I try not to let myself be depressed
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by this series of troubles. After all, I had not been more sick than an upset stomach in eight or ten years, and I should
I am supposed, I think to give a talk at Columbia sometimes this month, but I wonder if I'll be able to. Also, I had
started writing a paper, but I am stuck as long as I can't go to the library. So, I spend my hours reading Shakespeare
and Italian poetry. What a degeneration!
I hope I'll soon be in a better health, thence, in a better mood.
Best regards to you, to your wife, and to Ruth Dipple.