And there is no news.

Since I left home I have not talked five minutes to a woman "or mean to!" The Mexican women are a cross between apes and squaws.

Of all I have seen here nothing has impressed me so as the hideousness of the women, girls, children, widows, grandmothers.

And the refugees, as Collier would say it, are "terrible!" I live a very lonely existence.

I find it works out that way best.