I used to be a pretty fair correspondent, but in that as in other things I have changed.
One reason I have not answered sooner is because your letter was so sweet and loving that it made me feel an ungrateful and unappreciative wretch.

Another is that this life I now lead does not induce writing.

I am outdoors all day, and when I get back to this cabin at night I am too tired for anything but bed.
Your imperious questions I must answer--and that must, of course, is a third reason why I have delayed my reply.

First, you ask, "Don't you love me any more as you used to ?"...

Frankly, I do not.