Of course, I keep thinking about you and Nathaniel, - I very much
hope that your day was not stressful, and that Nathaniel's agitation
has subsided. Although there's no indication that, at this juncture,
he feels at all close to me, I imagine myself to understand his
dilemma, his need to make the transition from the outwardness of
performance and the attendant need for applause, to the inwardness
and independence of creativity. He may be on the way. He recently
mentioned the thought of spending a winter alone in Konnarock writing;
I did not discourage him. I do not urge him to wait on tables to
demonstrate that he can earn money.

When I spend the day writing, as I did today, time passes very 
quickly. I also walked around the house, even more slowly than
usual, for 80 minutes, listening to a CD of Sonnets Nos 78 
through 154.

I like speaking with you, but don't feel a need to telephone, 
if you're not in the mood.