I have had what I believe to have been two slight shocks of paralysis.
If I am right, and another shock proves fatal, I wish you, after my
death, to go abroad and travel and study for the next two years. At the
end of that period you ought to know whether or not you really desire to
make literature your profession. If you do, come back to your own
country and go to work. Europe is a good school, but you should
practise your profession in your native land.
Keep straight, fit, and clean. Keep your head in adversity and in
success. Find out what business in life you are fitted for, equip
yourself for it, and then go into it with all your heart.
I've left you some money and a good name. And my deep, abiding love.
My belief is that death is merely an intermission. So your mother and I
will rejoin you when the next act begins. Until then, old chap--good
luck!