About your letter about the first chapter [of Je ne parle pas français]. I read it and wept for joy. How can you so marvellously understand … I did feel (I do) that this story is the real thing and that I did not once (as far as I know) shirk it. Please God I'll do much better—but I felt: “There, I can lay down my pen now I've made that, and give it to him.” But, Christ! a devil about the size of a flea nips in my ear, “Suppose he's disappointed with the second half?” …

I'll send you Sun and Moon to-day, registré, but, of course, don't wire about it.