Havana, July 20, 1912.
Last day in Havana. At last my counting of each day as bringing nearer to my goal is about to end. Whether my return . . . . is productive of results commensurate with my expectations or not, my relief at the suspension of the agony of the struggle down here is so deep and heartfelt that I could shout for joy.
I at least have several good weeks behind me, and every day in which I make the slightest progress in any direction whatever is bound to react favorably.
For the present I reiterate my outline of philosophy of June 25th and July 3d. I intend to . . . . control pending a readjustment. At any rate for a year intend to have nothing to do with fast women—I do not say anything about intercourse without monetary consideration, but am unlikely to have much chance as I will not be looking for it.
Until I am settled in —— relaxation will be the rule. With the least worry and the line of least resistence for a month or so I should be in a much better frame of mind to accomplish anything than by keeping up this constant nervous strain. Hope and confidence mark the last day, and I count the year as a leaf in my book of experience and looking back, do not regret my year in the tropics.