Oh, Herbert, do you know that this is a ram pant Spring, and that on leaving Barbara I tramped out of the confines into the green, hap pier, it almost seems, than I have ever been? Do you know that because you love a woman and she loves you, and that because you are swept along by certain forces, that I am happy and feel myself in sight of my portion of im mortality On earth, far more than because of my books, dear lad, far more?