Wednesday, 5
30
Dearest little love:
I am seeing a wonderful sunset, with flaming red clouds over the mountains, and I wish that you were here to see it with me. The country has been beautiful all afternoon-the foothills in the soft light, with their patches of green meadows, then the rocky hills of color, the colorful calicos, and now for hours the serrated mountains that project out of the desert, sometimes dark in the shadow and sometimes brilliant in a steam of sunlight.
I have read many applications-looking up at the mountains after each one. You would have been tickled with me suddenly come upon Miss Mabel Fossler, age 55-plan, to write a book "Appreciation-A study of World Cultural Values"-or Miss Mary Gushurst-plan-"I propose to become the Premiere Ballerina of metropolitan Opera Company."
For lunch I had cold bouillon (very good), roast beef on au jus, mashed potatoes, and french bread (all very good). I am now, at 5
30
, not very hungry. If this train would stop long enough I would have a malt for supper, but it may not, and I may not, and I may have to go to the dining car, where it will be hard to get a light meal.
It was cold at Barstow, where I bought some shaving cream; but I see snow only on some distant mountains. The sun has now set, and it is getting dark.
I have not spoken to any body on the train-there aren't many passengers, and those are not attractive. As I began to make my purchase at Barstow on ike [sic] (from Hollywood, probably)
rushed up, got in front of me, yelled for service-and bought a 3-cent stamp.
I shall mail this at needles at 625, and you will surely get it tomorrow. I hope that you and Miss Rooke enjoy the ballet tonight. Please don't work too hard, darling-rest, and don't let your cold get worse. Remember that your husband loves you more than anything in the world. I had fun with you this morning. Little Crelly is a darling, and so are Linda and Peter and Linus. Give my love to them, and to Tyl-but keep most of it for yourself. You are my own sweet little wife, and I adore you and worship you. Love, love, love from your own.
Linus