Typed letter signed : Asmara, Eritrea, to Nicholas Moore, 1942 Mar. 12.

Saying he is sorry Moore is ill, but also speaking wistfully of being sick as a child: "I have such pleasant memories of lying in bed on autumn afternoons, looking out to a fading sky, with a dozen detective novels on the quilt, and the imminent possibility of tea and hot buttered toast"; expressing gratitude that Moore has "clinched [Fraser's] book with Tambimuttu"; complaining about how he has had to "empt[y himself] of all inner urgencies, to become part of this imperfect but necessary war society"; calling journalism "the most dangerous of all métiers for a writer"; asking Moore to send things to his sister in London, and explaining that they have settled in London since his father died; mentioning Tom Scott and his "idea for a critical article," including Scott's theory that T.S. Eliot's "Prufrock" is "a highly condensed version of all the novels of Henry James"; writing, "it seems to me splendidly brave of Tom, though, to be so ... horribly ill, and still so persistently literary."