I honestly meant to write & thank you for your superb letter from Europe, but I was simply compelled to deny myself all such satisfactions, & religiously save up every little wayward & vagrant suggestion of intellectual activity & hurry to apply it to work before it weakened & died. Never was book written under such heavy circumstances. I am full of malaria, my brainⒶemendation is stuffy & cloudy nearly all the time. Some days I have been five hours writing two note-paperⒶemendation pages.

I must quit, now. My head is in a chaotic whirl. WeⒶemendation all send love & welcome home to you & Julia; & the same to Harmony.