April 7,1980 Dearest Wee Easter has come and gone. I talked to 3 clergymen who had seen you as the Iranian Embassy. The service was very strengthening indeed, and moving, I took communion for the first time in a long time. As I told the Catholic priest, I am an an adventure of the mind and spirit, after which nothing will look quite the same. Except you, my darling. Bishop Capucchi (spelling ?) who has always been rather a hero of mine, dropped off a typewritten note dated March 28 from you. Your words, and the thought behind them, were just right. (Enclosed with your note was a note, dated (in Rome) April 4, from Bob Paganelli. Give him my best and thank him for his heartening words) I am working an my book, and reading Edward Cranksaw's "Shadow of the Winter Palace," about Russia in the 19th and early 20th centuries I'm sure your little pal Pricilla would dismiss in as lightweight, but he writes beautifully. The Oxford Book of English Verse is a very pleasant distraction, But why does Quilder Rounch (the editor) devote 211 pages to himself, and only 6 too Donne? Maybe he likes Hercal Transcription note: due to the quality of the photo copy the rest of the letter is unreadable.