Dear Cyndy,

More than a month has passed since my last letter to you, and you haven't
replied, - I hope not because you were ill, but only because because you had
more pressing matters to attend to, or perhaps because you were annoyed with
my unsolicited Polonius-like advice.

Today is the first day since Margaret died that I haven't spent alone in this
large empty house. Today, Nathaniel is here working on a critical review of 
the text of Wagners Ring des Nibelungen, - a subject still of consuming 
interest to him. Nathaniel is living at home next door; he has found a position as assistant to a well-known Boston conductor, Benjamin Zander. To what extent, if any, this employment will advance his musical career, remains to be seen.

As for myself, I have been occupying myself with transferring into digital
computer files the voluminous correspondence between Margaret and myself during
the three years of our courtship. Klemens has given me a very powerful laptop 
computer with a voice recognition program which makes it possible to digitize
the letters by simply reading them into a microphone. It's a remarkable
technology with which I have been able in just a few weeks to compile 380 pages
of letters written between June 1949 and September 1950.