P.S. I keep saying to myself, "I'm an OK kid." It helps, but I wish I could truly worry like other people. [Sob] Concern is the best I can do. Which makes me think of God's Grace. Does it - do you think - still encircle every single person there is? That's what Mama believes, that and that "addictive people" suffer far more than we know from withdrawals from no-no's. . . . I know that the few who have good jobs feel over-worked and want to rest more. That includes their brains--a danger to the development of new ideas, I think. And kids wanted discipline, I know that.

Does it seem to you that even years ago, the world's people(s) made no real sacrifices? I mean real ones, as all the rest of us saw then.

[Whenever you see these brackets - the usual size after this - it's an insert from me, Molly, the chief and personal secretary, and an adorably plump one too. I do it as a way to get even with Willa's incorrigible and solemn honesty. Also, I typed (the next morning) all the D.C. letters and DAT. Will hold some of it, because the mail between here and the N. J. has been "iffy" lately. More iffy.]

Am I handing you too many "downers?" I guess I can't help it. They keep coming to mind - they're so rotton. Less rotton: Did you know that the kids' new music-noise is now banned? But next? - the few good movies and decent T-V series? At least the middle-aged souls have stopped wanting to be young again. Including me. Yes, I feel middle-aged. [Sob.]