My very dear Alan,
I know your sorrow and I know that for the likes of us there is no ease to the heart to be had from words or reason and that in the very assurance of sorrow’s fading there is more sorrow.
So I offer you only my deeply affectionate and compassionate thoughts and wish for you only that the strange thing may never fail you, whatever it is, that gives us the strength to live on
and on with our wounds.
Ever,
Sam
(Paris, 19.11.1963)
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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