Typed letter signed "Papa" : Finca Vigía, Cuba, to "Pickle" [Mary Welsh], [1945] Sept. 1.

Concerning his love for her, the loneliness of life without her and memories of Chicago before 1928. "I got so tired of Vią Pomal and so lonesome for the lovely simple Paris restaurants where you could eat just what you wanted, in the amount you wanted and have the wine with it that you wanted. By next year we will have that I think ... You know I can write a book just as well in Paris as down here. This was just sort of a war-time thing. Nobody doomed to here. Can work in the Basque country, in Paris, anywhere in the hills, in Spain ... " "Dearest Pickle you always say I write better letters than I talk or act but that is because, in spite of talking so much, I am faintly inarticulate and my conduct always falls behind my intentions or between two stools."