Handwritten letter, unsigned, three pages, 8.5 x 11, August 17, 1903. Letter to "Dearest Love," his wife Charmian, in part: "I missed you yesterday—even when we played cards. I had not realized before, and with the gang, just how much your mere presence meant to me. In fact, the day was empty. I came home gloomy & blue, took a swim and went to bed—and for the first time dreamed of you, and you only, all night. My dear, sweet, good woman, my Charmian. You are right. The 'greatest distresses rise from the fact that we are apart most of the time.' All this week you have not seemed real to me…You were not the old Charmian, the dear sweet woman I have held so closely in my arms. Who or what you were I did not know. Only did I know that you were afar off, that the pain of my desire bit deep, and that I could not go to you and reassure myself of the realness of the living you. Dear, lovely woman, your nightcap changed it, all for me. You were alive and real again, and it was as though I once more clasped you oh so tightly, oh so hungrily, oh so satisfyingly…I shall see you to-night. I shall have seen you ere you receive this. But oh, dear mote, just now, with sharper pangs than ever, 'I am hungry for the lips of my desire.' 'I wandered all these years among a world of women, seeking you.' And I found you! I found you!" In very good to fine condition, with scattered light creasing, and minor corner paper loss to the last page.
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