Sunday morning, 830

Dearest love:

How I would like to be with you - fifteen days have gone by since I saw my little love, and about six more must still be lived through before I am back with you.

I am sitting in the Grand Central Station, having got in form Boston an hour ago, and registered at the Biltmore, where no room is yet free. Manhatten early on Sunday morning is still less lively than Pasadena. I walked along 42^nd St looking for a movie - but they are all closed, and open on Sunday at 11:30! I could see only a half-dozen people all up and down Fifth Ave! And about one taxi! There are now more people about, especially in the Station.

I enjoyed my day at the Rockefeller Institute - I had lunch with Rous and Alfred, and talked with Gasser. Alfred turned down the Cold Spring Harbor job. I had supper with the M's (having had to give up my room) and then took the train to Boston. Our meeting was several hours late in beginning because Richter was delayed by 36" of snow in Upper New York.

I have enjoyed talking with Lamb. He, poor fellow, is restricted in his activities by his heart - he cant carry his bag, nor go upstairs, without causing a very painful attack of angina pectoris; but he is cheerful about the business.

Our meeting lasted until 7; I then had dinner with Richter and Lothrop, went to a newsreel, and got on the train.

Reba has invited the Otto Leour's and the Michalis's to tea today, I thing I'll just stay in my room (if I get one) until tea time. My sore throat and ear are no longer sore, and I did not get a cold!

I love you, darling

Your own

Paddy

xxxxoooo Love to Crellie, Linda, and Peter.

P.S. 9AM - I'm now in my room - No.1609. I'm going to read the Sunday Times, and rest - and perhaps go to a museum before the tea.