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MON CAPITAINE:
It was fine to have your postcard. I am so glad you take
such interest in disqualifying nurses—oh, I understood
your note very well indeed. Only I thought from the mo-
ment I met you that you were different.
DEAR CAPITAINE:
I think one thing today and another tomorrow. That is
really all that’s the matter with me, except a crazy defiance
and a lack of proportion. I would gladly welcome any alien-
ist you might suggest. Here they lie in their bath tubs and
sing Play in Your Own Backyard as if I had my
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backyard to play in or any hope which I can find by look-
ing either backward or forward. They tried it again in the
candy store again and I almost hit the man with the weight,
but they held me.
I am not going to write you any more. I am too unsta-
ble.
And then a month with no letters. And then suddenly
the change.
—I am slowly coming back to life ...
—Today the flowers and the clouds ...
—The war is over and I scarcely knew there was a war ...
—How kind you have been! You must be very wise be-
hind your face like a white cat, except you don’t look like
that in the picture Dr. Gregory gave me ...
—Today I went to Zurich, how strange a feeling to see a
city again.
—Today we went to Berne, it was so nice with the

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