Including a letter I got from Prof. Kline today. Think you'll enjoy it, Snoon honey.
Sunday - August 20 
My darling, darling Junie -
Sweetheart, today I received your letter written on Aug. 10th and I am *completely* flabbergasted. I've never read such *ridiculous* self-accusation in my life. What gets tangled up in your thinking, sweetheart, that sends you off on such a tangent of recrimination and self-disdain? I don't know what Walt might have told you - but *whatever* it was I'll not have my wife abused like that! Do you realize you're speaking of the woman I love? Listen - you dope - what in hell are you sore at yourself for? Your great big brave "hero" has sung the blues to you so often in his letters the mailman confuses 107 Greenwich Ave. with Mr. Anthony's Studio. What in hell do you think I'm *looking* for in your letters? Do you think I want some pollyannaish patter and nonsense? Did I *ever* seek that cheap insincere crap from you, Junie? What I've looked for and *found* - day after day after lonely day - is a breath of my *wife* - the *woman* I *married*. I've found it - and so terribly much more. I've found that I'm still important to her - and not just a nice gadget to have around the bed. In spite of time and distance I'm still her best friend and confidant. Do you - *can* you possibly think that your gripes and low days should be kept from me? What in hell do you think