On Reading Old Letters

I can't remember how many friends I had after I departed to Illinois. It's true they were far away and I enjoyed their affection only through the mail with its own kind of sensuosness. The tracings of pens and pencils, dribblings and stains informed me of bodies. . How much they professed missing me and asked for my return. To be asked when you are coming back is one of the most touching endearments, especially when you have no intention to. I should have felt beloved. . I thought I was superman in those days. So kind and knowing. Knowledge always precedes education. Education only refines, adds patina, gains you names, arguments, but knowledge is constant. I survive by inventing theories.