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Francesca my darling,
After our phone call I don't feel that I have anything immediately to write about except to say again that I love you, and to do that with the usual feeling of the inadequacy of words. It needs a full choir, orchestra and organ. However, they are not available at the moment …
… I so deeply feel that we can build a really happy life and home that it almost makes me afraid. One has seen so many people who seem to have everything with which to build up something really worthwhile – and then they have just frittered it all away till all that is left is a monument to ineptitude and pettiness. The most ghastly fate, made all the more tragic because it is so unspectacular; just a failure here and another little failure there, multiplied a few hundred times and the trick is done. Well, we must hope to do better; you will have to help me play my part better than I have managed so far …