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Friday 1930 over

My Dear Charles -
 I am up early - shortly after six - a cold frosty morning. I have been working in the streets. Last night, at 2 in

the morning, a man called me, on the long distance phone from a plantation, far down in Louisiana.

 He was drunk - had read something of mine that had stirred him. When he got drunk he wanted to talk to me - He

was strangely incoherent and profane about life. It was a queer uncanny experience.

 When I see you I will tell you about him.
 I am leaving for Chicago - to speak out there - never in my life having been las? in the word.
 I am looking forward to the rearrangement of my life here and to another kind of life later on. It is going to be a hard

few months ahead.

 You all know how I wanted to see you - what it would have meant to me. This summer, if you do achieve

some freedom, I will come and be near you. My love to you and Katharine.

  Sherwood