Your letter from the tropics--a letter from you from any place is as scarce as peace!--gave me a pleasant thrill and reminder of a previous state of existence, a long way back in the past.

I wonder if, on your side the ocean you are living at the rate of a century a year, as we are here?
Here in bountiful England we are living on rations.

I spent a night with the King a fortnight ago, and he gave us only so much bread, one egg apiece, and--lemonade.

We are to begin bread tickets next week.

All this is perfectly healthful and wholesome and as much as I ever eat.