You dreamed of the letter I should have written and am now writing. I am planning to be with you, of course. Have half a notion to dict ditch the Eastern stunts - it seems too much to undertake, and perhaps I was a fool to accept. The fact is, that I am tired all the time and have little energy for anything but my grind. And that, I feel, is quite useless, except for the really excellent pay. Silence is the only intelligent answer to any of the numerous "questions", "issues" and endless blah blah of these times. MY God! It is a damned lunatic asylum and it is getting worse steadily. Even intelligent people are fooled - for what chance have they to know? Blither, blather, blah, blah! A civilization that thrives on ignorance and shenanigans! Smoke screens, red herrings, and endless lying and four-flushing! If you could spend six months in my office in contact with the actual pulse of the world as it is, you'd want to go into a Trappist monastery. I leave this evening for Iowa University. Shall return Sunday. Get $100 and expenses for an hour's spouting.
Jno.
It's too much, but nothing seems to matter but cash.
After Five Days, Return to
ST. LOUIS POST-DISPATCH
N.E. CORNER TWELFTH AND OLIVE STS.
ST. LOUIS, MO.
