University College London ● Gower Street WC1
Professor Linus Pauling
3500 Fairpoint Street
Pasadena 8,
California, U.S.A.
12th May, 1963.
Dear Pa,
Thank you for your letter, it still takes me a long time to do anything. You are quite right about my English: my usage is neither English English nor American English; it is just Wrong English.
I am sorry to hear that Mamma has been ill. I hope she is better now. What is it that she has had?
I think you should try not to make College Chemistry too difficult. You already have a pretty difficult book and I think you should express your educational standards in it, and use College Chemistry as a realistic means of educating the ignorant.
Would you like to write a High School Chemistry text in collaboration with some flunkey to do the hackwork? Or, more important, would you write a High School Chemistry text? My company, Modern Textbooks, Inc. (which consists of me) would like very much for you to write such a book. We would offer you $10,000 cash and all your expenses for the manuscript of a High School Chemistry text complete with drawings. We would like to have the manuscript by 1 October 1964 and we would prefer to enter into some form of contract with you. I hope that you can write this book and that we can come to some agreement.
Our summer plans are still uncertain. I have not yet heard from the National Institutes of Health about my research grant, though I had hoped to start on 1 May. I think I run a good chance, and wish they would come through. There are lots of other things to do. I am also a little disappointed with my friends in California. I am not really sure what we can accomplish there. I may not be able to get everything going during the summer in California. I hope, however, that we can come; I would like very much to spend sometime with you and to talk with you about many things.
Our house is coming along. The Electricians have almost finished. Sheila is typing the last of the specifications today. It is too bad that I have been so slow. It has been just part of my frightened and aimless wander through life. I hope to change this.
Linus Junior was here for a couple of days. I enjoyed very much seeing him. He, Julia, Jean Dollimore (you remember the Mathematician who works with me) and I went to Brighton for the day to look at a private collection of primitive art which Linus was interested in. We had a very good time, though Linus is not at his ease and I think does not enjoy life as much as he should or could. I am rather worried about him.
With love to you and Mamma,
Peter