Dear Alex,

Thank you for your telephone call. I accept your criticism of my
unorthodox conduct with respect to my health. I am much appreciative
of your concern for me and especially for Margaret.  I am quite
prepared to admit that I am in the wrong, but of what value is an
admission that changes nothing? I can't honestly say that I wish
I could change who I am; but I don't need to reach that issue,
because I can't change myself. I don't think any of us can change
himself; the best we can do is to accept one another, and to accept
oneself as he is. Such reciprocal acceptance, it seems to me, is
not an unworthy project.

I've spent all my adult life trying to understand the world in which
I live, and trying to understand my relationship to that world. I've
made it a practice to write down my thoughts as they occurred to me.
I may have it all wrong; but at least my thinking, mistaken as it may
be, is well documented. It's a fact, - and not a complaint - that no
one has been interested in my thought; the explanations, valid or
otherwise, all all there, if you want them. But I won't importune 
you to consider them.

At I write, my physical problems have faded to such a degree as to
make further discussion - aside from the pleasures of dissertation, -
seem irrelevant. My mental condition, obviously, is beyond all hope
of cure.

I hope that you and Winnie are - and remain - well and happy.
Thank you again for your concern.

Jochen