Hope all well. I think my wife better, but she’s not allowed to write;
and this (only wrung from me by desire to Boss and Parsonise and
Dominate, strong in sickness) is my first letter for days, and will
likely be my last for many more. Not blame my wife for her silence:
doctor’s orders. All much interested by your last, and fragment from
brother, and anecdotes of Tomarcher.—The sick but still Moral