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Faculty Club
university of california
Tuesday, 10 AM
My darling little wife (and child):
Well, have you decided when you'll come up here? Why not come Friday night, or at any rate Saturday? We could have a good time over the week-end. I'll look for you then. The weather has been nice here, and I think you'll enjoy yourself. I'll try to make you glad you've come. I'm afraid little Linda will think someone is poking her with iron bar, however, unless you feel you have to protect her by doing what you did in San Diego.
I am not getting any work done at all. I waste all of my time, for I don't feel settled enough without you to put my mind on my work. Last night I tried to work, and found after two hours that I had written one page, and thought about
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you for 1 hour 53 minutes. I have a perpetual feeling of disquiet and unrest, a feeling that something is lacking, which prevents my concentrating on anything. Already I know less than in Pasadena, having made no progress and forgotten some things.
I prepared my lecture yesterday, taking most of the day to do about an hour's work, as usual now. Then I delivered the lecture, and then took Rich and Portia to dinner. They then had to go to the blind school to read, so I came home, and tried to work, as described above.
Please come as soon as you can, darling sweetheart. I love you with all my heart.
Your own
Linus