Convalescent Hospital, France
Dolph's Letter #36

Dear Sweetheart —

How are you dear?

It's another beautiful day. Really something. Gives rise to the thought that we must, sooner or later, get a place in the country. No matter if we live in the city, if we must, for any length of time, still we shall have at least a cottage which will not be too far away for us to spend weekends in the beginning. You just being known by ourselves is my most ardent wish.

Maybe I'm selfish, but I like as well as love every part of you + I want to enjoy the wonderfulness which is you. And when we get the place we both shall be able to expand our personalities amidst a harmonious environment — away from the rush, noise + empty doings, eternally doing something, which character-izes city folk. I love you dearly.

Last night I saw "When Strangers Marry" — was better than it sounds.

Not much going on — My arm doesn't bother me — just taking it easy, + glad the day is so fair — the Air Corps is really out. Good.

So until the morrow, sweet — take it easy + know I love you with every fiber of my being.

Your devoted husband,
Dolph

P.S. Shelley said, originally + I

When I arose and saw the dawn,
I sighed for thee;
When light rode high, + the dew was gone,
And noon lay heavy on flower + tree,
And the weary Day turned to his rest,
Lingering like an unloved guest,
I sighed for thee.

ARDENTLY