Tuesday Nov. 30.

1937 [later added in LP's handwriting]

My own Linus:

You bad boy to keep your Saturday letter all day Sunday. It didn't reach me until this afternoon. I met the postman who said you were wonderful to write me so often. I said you were wonderful all right.

Now I'm very excited tonight because I've spent $100.00 for us and it is a surprise and I hope you won't buy me a Christmas present because I'd rather do this-I mean I've already done it and I'm sure you'll like it , also. I haven't paid for it yet because it isn't ready. Oh dear-such excitement. Now, I haven't even let myself think of returning with you in January. Would you move out of the Telluride House? Would we go back to our little room at the Claussen's [?]?. Would you get tired of me?--Yes! Would it be fun? You are a bad old boy Paddy with a bum box peanie.

Coryell called on the telephone at 7.30 to say good-bye that he was leaving for Flagstaff to be married. You know-he likes me. He talked on and on and so I said "Well you'd better be on your way".

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I said I wanted to have a little party for him and his wife and I'd wait until you arrived. I think the 17^th would be nice. We'd invite the people he knows. He is a fine boy and an enthusiastic one. He says I should go with you and that they are going to have four children.

My luncheon will go off well. I trust. I'm going to dinner with Margaret Stock tomorrow night. Chester left on Saturday to be gone until after Christmas. She's angry because he stays away. Well, I don't blame her really. Chester isn't smart like you either. I think he enjoys being away from home. He has a darn good time, too.

You tell Hamp [?] and Spring that I don't think much of them.

Betty Tyler called to see me this morning. (It is getting near Christmas???) I should be ashamed.

I am very proud of your progress with your book but I worry too, about your getting too tired. Of course you do seem to sleep a good number of hours really more than I do. Linus and Peter both had guests today I gave them all graham crackers spread with butter and grape juice (mine). I love you, you darling, your girl A.H.P.

Tuesday, 9 PM.

Dear love:

I am just settling down to work - after dinner tonight we had public speaking: five boys spoke, and I gave a short discussion of one talk (on hitch hiking). Then I stopped at the library and got a book - Ovid's "Ars Amatoria" in Latin & French. It seems rather long-winded - mainly about how to behave in general - send flowers, write letters, etc.; the last page, however, is devoted to how to behave in bed. I send a rough translation:

"I blush at the task before me, but the good Venus said to me ‘This shamed us, but it is our business.' As every woman knows well: chose [sic] such and such an attitude, according to your physique. The chicken whose figure is particularly pretty should stretch out on her back, with her legs apart. Those She who are is well pleased with their her backs should be mounted from behind. Did Lucine let any one repose on her tummy? You, too, must follow the example of the Parthians, who fight by turning their backs. Millanion put Atalanta's legs up on his shoulders; if yours are pretty, you should raise them too. The petite girl should take the posture of a rider,

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with her husband, on his back, her horse; only in this way did the Thebean Andromache approach Hector. If your thighs are beautiful, you should rest on your knees on the bed, with head down. There are a thousand ways of enjoying the pleasures of Venus.

May the woman feel the pleasure of Venus beating in the depths of her being, and may the happiness be equal for her lover and for her! Let the murmurs of love never be interrupted, and let lascivious words find place in your whispers. And after these joys of Venus, ask you lover for a gift."

You come in several of these categories, little sweet wife, so I think that you must follow all the directions when I get home. Save this letter for reference.

12:Now I have worked for a couple of hours, and am thinking of going home to read a while (perhaps finish the Trojan Horse) and go to bed, for I slept poorly last night. I made the mistake of drinking some

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cups of tea at about 1, and then when I went to bed at 4 I couldn't sleep; I dropped off between 5¹⁵ and 5³⁰ (I can hear the big clock in the Library Tower strike every quarter hour). Time surely does pass slowly. Coryell in his 9^th letter said that it dragged for him as much as it did for you. He seemed to feel sorry for you, little dear. I wakened several times this morning but stayed in bed until 11, and then came and gave my lecture, and talked with Papish about going to Princeton. We'll go after my Tuesday lecture Jan. 11^th, staying till Saturday, & then going to Yale for a lecture "night [sic]. (I say "we" because I hope that you will be along.)

Yesterday I washed my hair at the Tell. House using my soap and softening the water with Calgon, which works wonderfully. My hair now feels fine.

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I hope you have a nice luncheon tomorrow (today). I like getting your letters.

Dr. Hu Shih, Chinese ambassador of some sort, is at the house in the big room next to mine. I've seen him only from a distance so far. Collingwood has fun showing his signature (from an earlier visit) in the guest book to people. It looks like Hu Shit. The people are embarrassed.

I'm enclosing a surprise. It looks all right from a long distance.

I caught pace and several others in a trap in my lecture today. It was fun.

Valentine has written asking my opinion of Yost, Brockway, and Cross.

Nine days from now I'll be on the train speeding to you! Whoopee! I've had no accidents yet, and I'm getting loaded to the gills with love for you, so you would better be prerpared to stand a lot (or perhaps better lie, crouch, elevate, equitate, and even haustate a lot. How's your appetite? I remember a little appetizer I gave you in San Diego.) I love you, my darling.

Your Paddy