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March 19, 1919
I suppose I had just as well call you that as any other name. I suppose you are still adventuring and doing all sorts of things these days. They are fine, and if I were a Wordsworth or a Keats I should write a poem about the thought, love, and beauty in nature. "A thing of beauty is a joy forever".--Keats
May I have a date this week-end? It has been quite a long time since I saw you last or had a date with you. Do you approve of dates and their accomplishments? Or are they too abstract?
My mind continues to whirl thoughts flowing to my pen, but my professors also whirl final examinations at my mind. So the results of the conflict are a compromise.