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She arises at dawn and goes to mass. At seven she is back and at 7.30 appears at my door with coffee, toast and fruit.

    Do you realize what it means to me to revise and know an unbroken, uninterrupted morning. Even letters are not opened. Already there creeps back over me the sense of power to handle long unbroken rhythms as when I worked on my long books. If this truly comes back and I can work in the old mood of [unrestricted?] poems, carrying with it also the sense of a positive subtility of understanding gathered from these years of living and of associating with such men as you things may yet be done. I was beginning to be afraid. Now courage comes surging back. As for John [?] - he is a god [awful?] business man. Love to Margie.

    S.A.