You can't imagine how exhilarated and set-up I feel, as though I'd come into my own again after a period of social ostracism. I must confess that I get lonely for some one who talks my kind of nonsensical talk.Nasim somehow seems to stand for the life I belong to,--of books and musics and dancing and parties and politeness and colors,--a poor, foolish, silly life, if you will, but mine own. And I have missed it. This serving society business is theoretically admirable and compelling and interesting, but deadly stupid in its working details. I am afraid I was never born to set the crooked straight. ooooooooooooooaaaaaa! lots of fun we'll have tomorrow