I am sending this letter with another scientist who has been pestering me about the Nation. He’s quite intelligent, in a bookish way, but he needs to learn how to walk without shoes. I know you will teach him. I wish I could come with the letter myself, but Father is ill, and I cannot leave him. I should like very much to sit by the fire and talk. It is hard to converse when you and I are so far apart. We don’t even share all the same stars. But at least the moon is the same.