(Verlaine)

Dear Julia,

Unless chance finds us face to face again, this

is the last you'll hear from me. I spent this Sunday,

a long afternoon, freezing at my friend's house by

the sea. We men of science... you know. I've returned

to my research in magnetic fields. It's funny how attractive

indifference can be. My sense of failure... it's not so

important. Electricity means so much more to me. We men

of science... you know...

It's snowing again, seems like it's always snowing. Sit

down to write and it's so cold. Outside my window, there's

a tree so white I can hardly look at it.

It's quiet here. I look thru my glass at patterns

all so well defined. Please send my winter coat soon as you can

...I find I have no other lines... we men of science... you know...

all the best.. all the best, Julia