With malice toward some [antikvár]

May 30th Getting married was nothing, I had the German measles on my wedding day and a raging temperature, SO that I was married under forced draught, as it were, and afterwards I went back to bed and opened a fresh box of Kleenex. That seems a long time ago. But now Henry has an exchange professorship for next winter at a small college in Devonshire, and we are sailing on the Britannic tomorrow for twelve months in Europe. Henry is tranquil. He has been to Europe several times before and is by nature as unruffled as a dish of Jello in a flat calm. But I have never travelled, and the suitcase and tissue paper and coat-hangers have wrought me to such a white heat of excitement that I could be put on an anvil and hammered into any shape you want. May 3/5i The incredible moment when the boat first began to move past the pier is over and done with by several hours now and I am left feeling, to tell the truth, rather flat and disheartened. Nothing, I suppose, will ever seem quite so miraculous again, and how am I to get through the long, tepid vista II