Wednesday, Nov.24, 1948
Dearest love:
I hope that you are getting along well, and that you still love Paddy. I love you. I have had a busy day. I got up, had breakfast, went to TWA to get my London tickets fixed up, went to the hotel to read the papers, and then to the Academie des Sciences to see if there would be a seance that I could attend (there won't), and then looked at book stands in front of the Academie for a while. Then I went out to see Magat, and had a good talk with him. I gave him some cigarettes, a can of bacon, and a jar of soluble coffee. Then I went to my copper pot man and bought some pots, and then back to the Lab. de chemie physique to attend a meeting of the Societe de chemi. phys. I commented on the speech, in French, (with help from the audience.) Then I talked with Bauer a while (he would like to have a copy of the Jeep kodachrome). His son now has an apartment. Then I came to the hotel for supper ( I had no lunch but 100g of roasted chestnuts, and thema [?] cup of hot chocolate). For supper I had a glass of Dubonnet, soup (potato), six snails* [written in margin on side in vertical fashion: "*Neither meat nor fish nor fowl!" ] , a serving of petit pois, endive salad, a slice of bread, a bottle of beer, a chocolate eclair, and coffee. It was served course by course, and took a long time (730 to 900). From 700 to 730 I talked with an old Frenchman - a Membre de L'Academie, I think - who twice before had got me to sign a sheet of paper and write an appropriate sentiment.
This time the top of the paper said "If you were to die now what last word would you leave to the world." Condon had written something like "I would be giving thanks to God for having allowed me to have such a good time." Towe [?] had written something like "It has been a great life - I'd like to carry on", and Michael Heidelberger "I wish it could be continued in the next." I wrote something like "The world has been a great place to live in - but it could be made greater by abolishing war establishing lasting peace."
After supper I came to my room and worked some more on my metals calculations - I did some work on the plane. Then I wrote a two-page draft of my ACS presidential speech, to be given in September in Atlantic City. Then I wrote this letter - and now I'll go to bed, and read the New Yorker a while, until I get sleepy. I've been feeling fine - very little nose trouble, no air sickness ( only one pill at the start of each of the two flights) - only lonely for you, even with your wooden leg. My bed here in Room 450 is big enough for you, too.
Magat told me a story going around that the Swedes, frightened by the Russians, gave Blaskett the Nobel prize for his recent book, which should serve to placate them.
Henry Moe said that Bowre, whom he helped appoint to the visiting professorship at Harvard (he suggested him after reading his two books) is a complete flop there, his lectures being very dull and elementary ones not even up to sophomore standards. I said that you said he gave excellent lectures, and Henry said that supported his idea that Bowre should be told, but the Harvard people won't tell his that his lectures are not suitable.
I enclose a clipping about "General" Osborn (former General). I took a strong dislike to him when he talked to the emergency Committee. Magat says that Blachett may not be right about everything - but that the opposition should document their statements as well as he does his. I'll buy a copy of Blachett's book in London.
I hope I get home on schedule.
Love from your
Paddy
[on front side of page, vertically written, in margin:]
These aren't quite right - I've got confused.