This crisis-inspired religion is rather valueless and fleeting at best.

I think four men have discovered Paris to one that discovered God.
But us--you and me and Alec--oh, we'll get a Jap butler and dress for dinner and have wine on the table and lead a contemplative, emotionless life until we decide to use machine-guns with the property owners--or throw bombs with the Bolshevik God! Tom, I hope something happens.

I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.
The place at Lake Geneva is now for rent but when I land I'm going West to see Mr.Barton and get some details.

Write me care of the Blackstone, Chicago.
S'ever, dear Boswell, SAMUEL JOHNSON..