A condensed transcription of original letter, document .200299, record 19307. See record 19307 for complete information on this letter. The condensed text follows:

BR TO GLADYS RINDER, 21 MAY 1918
BRACERS 2635.

21 May 1918.

Dear Miss Rinder,

Not having received a letter from my brother when it was due, I have decided, especially as he is likely to be much away, that it will save trouble and worry all round if I make you my correspondent. So will you have the kindness to answer this letter on Saturday and write in future every Saturday or Friday night if more convenient? If you haven’t time don’t trouble; my brother will continue when he can; but regularity and reliability in one’s weekly letter is important, otherwise one suffers from sleeplessness and headache through anxiety. Please send relevant extracts from my letters to whoever they concern. My brother and others will tell you what they want you to put in. Remember what one wants is news of one’s friends. I get politics from the papers, and can manufacture sentiments and jokes on the premises, but news I can only get through visits and letters, and you know many friends of mine whom my visitors hitherto have not known. Tell my brother I wish you to be one of my visitors next week (Tuesday or Wednesday) I have not asked for you before as I thought you were away on your holiday.

Messages — Carr and Whitehead. re books etc. ending with “Hope finish introduction in another month or so. Prison is all right for reading and easy work, but would be impossible for really difficult thinking”.

(To Lady Ottoline about the books she sent, and to Jourdain about publishing his logic lectures.)

“Life here is very monotonous. If any little thing goes wrong, or any worry settles on one it is difficult to shake it off. For the first time in my life I am seriously reflecting how poor I am! This is a sign of vigour that can’t find its proper outlet. I try not to think about public affairs, as one is cut off from action. I like reading about the Amazon or anything remote and free. I am tired but life here is restful. I read enormously and write a good deal. But it would be impossible to do really good writing here because one dare not get excited. There is no denying that I shall be glad to get out. I sincerely hope it may be before the whole six months are over. But it is only boring being here; I can’t pretend it does any real harm, though it would if anything happened to start one worrying.

I hope you had a good holiday and are finding Adam St. not un-homelike.

Love to everyone

Yours very sincerely,
Bertrand Russell.