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c/o Brooks
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New York 14
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Dearest Karl:
My life is so changed that I don't know how to write, really. I was expecting you to send me the Luna de los Perros. What happened?
— Now it's a month, and on March 15th I have to go out (because I came in on a wrong visa) and return as a tourist. I'm going with Aemile ('Cindy') to Mexico for a fortnight. Difficult for me to mention her name to you, because though you at first liked her, her friend Ralph insulted you, so you sheared off; and perhaps had other reasons. Anyhow, our fortunes, hers and mine (as you must have realized) are curiously linked together. She perhaps represents 'danger' to you, and if so I don't blame you; but she and I have got so far on in thought together that there's no going back; and if it were a simple love-affair I should agree with everyone that I'm a fool. But it's not that in the least. Patience! Calma!
How this will affect my life in general I don't yet know; but we are each on the other's hook and any attempt to unhook causes psychosomatic trouble.
Anyhow, I expect to be in Deyá next month; and discuss things with you. I am not going to write any more books and there will be plenty of money available (from sales of Mss, etc.) — to provide you with capital if you want to work elsewhere, either in Spain or England . . . It has been a bit of a cloud that in the Village your friends and mine were always so distinct, though the long tie of friendship and real affection has always been unbroken between you and me. Don't worry; just think well of me and consider yourself and your family. There's no hurry! An epoch has ended and what comes next is bound to be good if we realize that we are all in each other's hands, in a way.
Tomorrow I see Cohen about Solomon and Sheba, his next project. I am well and alert.
— Much love to you all
Robert
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