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#158 Navy #3247 (Mil. Govt) FPO San Francisco Wed. 7 March 7:05 am My dearest darling, Last night I got back from English class too late (after 9:30) to write. I meant to ask some time ago, and forgot to, whether you have a basic English grammar amongst your books at home. What I want is the kind called, I think, a composition grammar - some that I've seen have the inside front and back covers dull of squares with reference numbers and “Nouns - pronouns - [?] - etc. etc. inside them. (There is out here a copy of an excellent, imaginative and quite non-academic grammar put out by the Armed Forces Institute for soldiers - but it's no good for civilians because it's full of idiomatic, colloquial and slangy language.) If you don't have such a book you ought to be able to pick up one for $1.50 or less - do so and I'll return it to you. Don't get it if you've not satisfied yourself that it's simple, easy to refer to. Thanks for your two enclosures (one on M.G. in G.) I'm returning Ernie Pyle again and will continue to. Enjoyed hearing about the box of things from M and F to Wendy. I do wish there were a children's (little girls’) specialty shop somewhere on this island! I was amused and not a bit shocked by hearing of the “comfy little scene” - and pleased that you did yourself proud on that occasion, sweetie. Damn it all yourself, sweetie, I don't think even I could [pg 2] go in for that sort of stuff even if I was tight (which is in the only time I get irresponsibly amorous) It smacks of Late Adolescence and Pitching Woo. - By the way darling, I had the most delightful dream the other morning: I was on some sort of date - details not clear, tone rather casual. It seems to have been largely conversational and I remember that early in the course of it I found myself thinking of you and wishing it were you instead. Nevertheless I liked the person I was with from the moment of meeting (detail of that not clear either) and in the course of the evening in a light sort of way, arrived at a certain conversational intimacy. There came the point where I also discovered that this person was very attractive and that I would like to lie with her. There was a fleeting moment when, without interrupting the little game of mixed pleasantries and more serious observations that was going on, I thought of you in terms of whether I would regret doing so and feel as though I’d been unfaithful to you. For some reason I could not explain but with an easy feeling that I was satisfied with, it seemed that I wouldn't. Eventually it materialized - and then suddenly both my date and I, laughing merrily, discovered that she was you! She didn't just turn into you at that moment; she had been you all along. I hear the school bell ringing, a reminder that it's time to be getting along. (The bell is an oxygen tank - struck by a small sledge hammer - suspended from a tripod of 3 long tent poles.) Believe me now when I Say I love you? But do you know how much? Warren
