We got your letter but it was not like you for it was not
type-written. Your old machine here is going grand. I am using it
now. It seems that I am with you all the time. _Comrad_ has meant a
lot the last four days to me. Comrad is everything in the New Race.
Masters will be comrads with every one.
That "Play" has it all, on your machine. "Play" is in all
somewhere. It is all like a big page and everything is woven on it.
There is a time when Comrads hafto go apart for a little while, but
not long. Their thoughts never go apart. They are always pulling
together, always weaving in thoughts and things that are the same.
It is wounderful--a parting. No sadness over it. It is the best
that could come, or it would not. We are held together. The pull of
the world is nothing to us.
It is hard to keep high, but we will. Fred[5] and I take a swim
every day. I go a hundred and fifty feet. Then we come up and rub
each other.
True Comrads have it all. Love from Comrad to Comrad.
[4] Universe.
[5] The Abbot.