I don't envy the sailor's position what with that covey of amazons at his heels—I know you and if the other gals are half of you he'd have been in for trouble—What land of a place is that—with pass boys and sailors wandering around at all hours of the night—hmm-mm-mm??—Also I love you—Twice in one day— Enclosure—shows you what the hell I let myself in for when I wrote to Seddes—Now besides my Time, New Yorker, In Fact, books, overtaken material I have to be on curious mailing list—Why don't I keep my mouth shut or my pen still? I love you— Your Sid