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4. work out of that. I still fall back into it when I am in a crisis. I charge everybody and everything now and make out much better. But when I read that last section, I didn't know why, but it seemed like old home week to me. Of course it isn't the prostitutes that are alone. They couldn't be, not all of them. It's Algren. And I doubt if anybody has really ever got through to him, except you perhaps, I mean to a position in which he recognizes the person as always his friend. He seems constantly to be afraid of being victimized. He must live in a very dark world. (I know how it feels.) But his sympathy for the underdog is genuine and deep. The dreadful thing is you can't do anything for people like him. I have known several. They live shut up in their own prison and you can't get them out.

    About Bessie, I'm sorry I told you.  She's mixed up too.   She keeps going around and around in circles.  She never gets near to anybody either.
    Forgive this bleak letter.  And thank you again for the magazine.

Very sincerely, Janice