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Conger Reynolds correspondence, April 1918
1918-04-29 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2
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they began coming. Evidently there is some hitch in the arrival of mail, for not only have I had nothing from you -- I haven't heard from anybody in America. Dearest, you are the foundation of my happiness now. I never admitted that much to anyone before, and if you were not my wife I probably shouldn't admit it to you. It only requires a period like this without any word from you to teach me how complete is the hold you have on me. I don't feel weepy about it -- of course an honest-to-God man doesn't feel that way. It's just soul-hunger of a great unfathomable character. It creates a vast void in life that wrings the heart and there is no relief for it for a man, it seems, except to wear it out or to bear it until something happens from the exterior to flood it again with sunshine. I suppose because I have imagination and power to feel strongly that I have to pay in occasional great longings for the wonderful happiness that I am often able to experience. Well, it's worth the pain. I should rather be tortured by love than to have such a commonplace love that I could bear the being away from you with never a pain. I've never been married before so I have never known altogether what it was to be so isolated from my wife. I'm learning. And I think I am not so abnormal about it either. At dinner tonight
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they began coming. Evidently there is some hitch in the arrival of mail, for not only have I had nothing from you -- I haven't heard from anybody in America. Dearest, you are the foundation of my happiness now. I never admitted that much to anyone before, and if you were not my wife I probably shouldn't admit it to you. It only requires a period like this without any word from you to teach me how complete is the hold you have on me. I don't feel weepy about it -- of course an honest-to-God man doesn't feel that way. It's just soul-hunger of a great unfathomable character. It creates a vast void in life that wrings the heart and there is no relief for it for a man, it seems, except to wear it out or to bear it until something happens from the exterior to flood it again with sunshine. I suppose because I have imagination and power to feel strongly that I have to pay in occasional great longings for the wonderful happiness that I am often able to experience. Well, it's worth the pain. I should rather be tortured by love than to have such a commonplace love that I could bear the being away from you with never a pain. I've never been married before so I have never known altogether what it was to be so isolated from my wife. I'm learning. And I think I am not so abnormal about it either. At dinner tonight
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