Sunday evening [19 February 1950]

[Letterhead:] The Biltmore

New York

Dear love:

I have to write to you, even though I'll be home before the letter.

I had a fine talk with Einstein today. He said that my Compass statement was exactly right-that it expressed his views exactly-and that, indeed, he thought that he and I were very much alike. He said that he felt very sorry that Urey had gone wild, but that he had, and we would have to get rid of him.

He told me about his new theory-how he went about developing it, by seeking the simplest generalization of

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his general relativity, how it is now hanging in the air, with no ties to the ground of experimental observation. I told him about my high-pressure work and the sickle-cell work.

I asked him if he had Podolsky in recent years. He said no. I said that he and Rose had been divorced. He said "They were both right"--and then he laughed, with great guffaws. We had a good time.

Dennis Flanagan, editor of the Scientific American, drove me down and back. His wife Jerry was along-she works for

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Life. Flanagan is a good young man.

I haven't yet written my speech, but I'm tired, and shall now go to bed, doing the job in the morning.

Your own

Paddy.

PS Einstein wouldn't give me a statement for ASP. He said that in his experience they weren't reliable.