Aug 13, 1944 Darling, I can endure this no longer—For a week now I've [struck: determin] strived to stay sore at you—No can do!——Of all the classic faux pas you make 'em —"I love you—but I can't forget Stan!"—Just I tried to laugh it off—Then well I got nasty—then impersonal——leaving the conversation to pinkish nonsense—Then—well——the old—sorry for myself gag!——So help me its just dawned on me—You'll probably laugh or get angry—but I've discovered what the hell love means!—Finally my whole equilibrium was shaken—I was jealous—with all the atavistic instincts inherent (and too long dormant) within me I wanted to keep others away from my mate—My God its astonishing—Maybe its the