"Monday night. My Darling Love—Your dear letter of yesterday was waiting for me here when I got home just now—thank you a thousand times for it my Dearest—I feel very near you in spirit in all this time—yes, people who are satisfied with themselves do make one feel lonely—so do people to whom work is all in all—I admire the young men I am working with very much indeed, but of course none of them are comrades to one's inner life."