I can't see that that is more 'in touch with reality.' Peter, what do you mean?
Are not St.John's, and the Canon, and my people, and myself, real?
Surely, Peter, our love is real, isn't it?
Oh, how can you doubt that?
"Darling boy, don't you think you are over-strained and over-worried?
You are in a strange country, among strange people, at a very peculiar time.
War always upsets everything and makes things abnormal.

London, even, isn't normal, but, as the Canon said the other day, a great many of the things people do just now are due to reaction against strain and anxiety.
Can't you see this?
Isn't there any clergyman you can go and talk to?
Your Presbyterian and other new friends and your visits to Roman Catholic churches can't be any real help.
"Peter, dear, for my sake, do, _do_ try to see things like this.

I _hate_ that bit in your letter about publicans and sinners.

How can a clergyman expect _them_ to help _him_?
Surely you ought to avoid such people, not seek their company.

It is so like you to get hold of a text or two and run it to death.