Have just been thinking that this time last week I was in your arms or you in mine. The world do wag on and its waggery decreases my joys instead of increasing them. Ah， that last night with my arm about your waist！ You haven't forgotten it either， I know. Dear One， we have at least glorious memories of our past together which augur well for the future. It has been sweet， so sweet to me； sweet with the flavor of your adorable personality， My Own. We have a future together， I am sure， that will more than compensate for the Present's sins of omission. And yet， and yet. My God， it is so hard to wait！ I try to bear it with some show of equanimity， to call a patient philosophy to my aid， but it's no use. I want you！ I want you！ I want you！ Bee dear， my own Bee dear， I love you so， so much！ Little wife， little wife， I adore you！
But now， alas， when I need you so much you are worlds away from me and
"I am a prince of thwarted ecstasy
Of unassuaged desire."
But a week from tonight. Delirious thought！
Gene
Tuesday Night， October 6，1914
我的宝贝：
我再一次回到了老地方，觉得比以前更孤单和伤感。我不得不离开你，这真令人难以忍受。我真诚地向上帝祈祷，愿不久以后人们不再受相思之苦的煎熬，生活不再如此可怕，充满痛苦。啊，我的宝贝，我的宝贝，我是多么爱你啊！我们分开时，那无情的时光拖着沉重的步伐，是多么难熬啊！
我回想起昨天晚上那充满魅力的你。然后，从无比孤独的内心深处发出呻吟，传达了我巨大的愿望：“唉！让我们，让我们只拥有昨天吧！”
对我来说，生活已经成为幻影，只剩下两种真实：你，以及我对你的爱。其他的一切都是虚幻的、模糊的阴影，它们是毫无意义、徒劳的烦恼。我的存在只在你身上体现，只有当我从你的眼里看到自己的形象时，我才能容忍自己。在你那双灰色的、像一泓秋水的眼眸里，这位纳西索斯看见了他自己，自我欣赏，并且为自己出现在那里而感到自豪。