Even before I really get down to the pleasure of writing a reply, there is something that has been plaguing me, has been bothering my mind since I read your letter on Saturday, and it is best described as an intense feeling of disappointment. Letter writing is such a personal action, where a single friend…

Sitting at my small writing desk, surrounded by a wealth of inspiration in book form, and the experience of years within my mind, my thoughts turned recently to the idea of the generation gap, and how difficult it must be for those considerably younger than ourselves to set themselves in front of a blank sheet…

I envy you. You might think that this is a very strange way to begin a letter to anyone, and especially to a person the writer does not even know, but it sums up my feelings in a far better manner than a longer sentence could ever manage, although I am, of course, the only…

I am trying to remember which was better, which was worse, all those years ago: the anticipation of receiving a letter from someone new, or known, or the actual receiving of the letter as a physical entity. The emotions surrounding both were, of course, completely different, and it is hard to compare one to the…

The things two people have in common tend to make them as interesting to one another as the many interests that seem to diverge and to separate them, push them apart, on the surface at least. We often seek out those who we can relate to, those who have similar interests, experiences, a life-style that…