My wife bids you be sure to say good-bye, when you go on your travels, to the woman, whoever she may be, in whom you are most interested. Her reason is that she dreamt two nights ago that you were prevented from doing so. This does not imply that you will not return alive. It means only that something prevented you from saying good-bye to that person and that it would be fun to stultify the dream....
On 7.12.20 Teixeira writes:
... I am reading James Joyce, skippily. The fellow has a great deal of talent, but much of it is misdirected. I should not be surprised if one day he began to write books that he and his country will be proud of....
Incidentally I admire his ruthless suppression of capitals and am interested in his ditto ditto of hyphens....
On Christmas Eve, he writes:
Forgive us our Christmases as we forgive them that Christmas against us.
What I want to know by your next letter and what you have not told me, though you may think that you have, is how you propose to travel home from the west coast of South America....
And on 27.12.20:
I was asked to “recite” yesterday! I refused. I was asked to take part in a hypnotic experiment: would I rather be the professor or the subject?