[letter written on University of California, Department of Chemistry, Berkeley letterhead]

Monday, 11 PM.

Dearest Ava Helen:

I love you very much, and think of you all the time. This morning I got up at 9, had breakfast, packed, paid my bill (12.50), and moved over to the club, arriving at 11. I couldn't get everything in the trunk and bag, and had a brief-case full left over. I think I must mail the mattress pad home. Then I went to the Institute, and had lunch with Phil, Manuel Vallarta, & Bacher, and then came back to the Club & worked on my paper, which is now practically finished. Then I went to the physics colloquium at Harvard, where Simon spoke. I saw Conant at dinner, Patty being in the hospital, and promised to speak to the Harvard chemists. Then Simon & I went to the Bridgmans, B. coming for us in his car. The Slaters & the Oldenbergs were there too. We had a good chicken dinner. Helen was worried about whether you meant her to buy the couch cover or not, and to buy Lawrence a present from us or not. I told her to forget her worries. At 10 we left, Simon & I walking home. His family is in Berlin now. He is worried about anti-semitism. He is a jew, & so is his wife (and the children). We talked about jews a while. He said Eucken was brought to Gottingen instead of Stern because there are so many jews there already (Frauck, Born, Conant, Goldschmidt) and they thought it better not to have another.

I must get up at 7 in the morning. I hope you are sleeping well now on the train. When I finish my lecture tomorrow at 10 you'll be wakening, and at 11 ⁴⁰ you'll be arriving in pasadena [sic]. I hope you are comfortable and happy. Remember your paddy loves you.

Your

Linus