Despite high minded promises, I am writing to you once again with one of Ma’s dreadful nibs. The fact of the matter is that I am so foolish to be missing you a bit already, and as I haven’t got hold of Ribs' real human pens, I just have to use what I have at hand. – I often think how nice it will be, in a few years, when we have both seen something of the world and have returned home to our patch; if things can be so arranged, then we shall really interact with each other; you don’t even know how much I have learned from you during these years in one way or another, both in the matter of study from the precise physicist and from the more philosophical and humane parts of the wise and fine personality. – Yes little Niels, it was that which this tiny, wee Harald wanted so to tell you and by the way an interdiction on replying on pain of my utmost displeasure.
