I'm a long time noticing your letter of January fifth, chiefly
because, like Teddy, "I have nothing to say." There's this difference
atwixt him and me--I could say something if I tried.
* * * I'm hoping that you are at work and doing something worth while,
though I see nothing of yours. Battle against the encroaching abalone
should not engage all your powers. That spearing salmon at night
interests me, though doubtless the "season" will be over before I
visit Carmel.
Bear Yosemite in mind for latter part of June, and use influence with
Lora and Grizzly, even if Carlt should be inhumed in his mine.
We've had about seven weeks of snow and ice, the mercury around the
zero mark most of the time. Once it was 13 below. You'd not care for
that sort of thing, I fancy. Indeed, I'm a bit fatigued of it myself,
and on Saturday next, God willing, shall put out my prow to sea and
bring up, I hope, in Bermuda, not, of course, to remain long.
You did not send me the Weininger article on "Sex and Character"--I
mean the extract that you thought like some of my stuff.
* * * * *
Sincerely yours,
AMBROSE BIERCE.
[Washington, D. C.,
April 25, 1912.]