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My darling,
… Tonight there is news of terrific fires – burning near Los Angeles. Of course I get fed up: and wish you were here. This letter I shall send off but I fear it will not get to you before you leave. As long as you are here safe I don't mind. It is a howling gale and raining too – great gusts against our windows. I wish you could have the rain for your fires …
The impudent violence of unofficial strikers is only matched by the feebleness of our legally constituted government. One fears the conservatives would be feebler still if possible.
Today I thought the days were deliberately crawling. It's no use the time coming nearer for your return if each day lasts a week!
It's blowing harder than ever and I must stop and go to bed. With all my love my darling. How I long to see you. And what is the good of saying that? I don't know. And the wind sounds as if it is from the west so perhaps it won't delay the plane! It sounds as if no plane would take off in such weather …
It's a pity I can't tell you exciting things about what I am doing because I seem to have either no news at all, or fears that we are on the verge of a disastrous lawsuit.