9 
Honolulu, Hawaii. . .midnight September 11, 1972 
Linda, David, Albert, Leon and Ann Marie are all at home and have 
opened their home to Mat and myself. Leon and Linda drove to pick us up 
at the airport. I have done so little for Leon, have been his host but 
once and am so indebted to him for the repeated hospitality to me and the 
boys, that I am embarrassed to impose on the Rosens in such a one-sided 
hospitality. 
I am sleeping in David’s room with him. He is the only one of Leon’s 
children who gives some lip service to the possibility of studying medicine, 
but in typical adosescent fashion, he says it is his mother’s idea, not his, 
when she tells me this. 
Mathias says it is thirteen years — I know it is over eight years — since 
he has seen his full brother Jesus Marahalau. We found Jesus at Chaminade 
College this noon hour, just before Gordon Wallace drove us to the airport, 
where I am taking the American Airlines flight to Fiji. Jesus remembers 
Mat as a small, nearly-naked, urchin; they have corresponded but once in the 
past six years. Jesus has a self-supporting job at the college, working in 
the cafeteria. He promises to find Mat at the Rosen’s tonight and to bring 
the other Micronesians in Honolulu with him. He jokingly says they will cut 
Mat’s long hair, which Mat does not accept as a joke. 
Nicholas has had a row with Sewel Claber, Jesus tells Mat, and this 
only increases Mat’s anxiety, for he already anticipates such a row for him- 
self. Jesus thinks Nicholas Figir is now back in Ponape, and I believe he 
is at the University of Guam. 
I have worked for two to three hours with Gordon Wallace, trying to iron 
out the embarrassing frustrations in our joint toxoplasmosis paper. He has 
been intimidated enough to list it as Gajdusek, Wallace and Zigas, and I 
change it to Wallace, Zigas and Gajdusek now that I have gained time and 
distance from the problem. Vin is beleaguering him in a rush to press, just 
as he has been doing with me. I have advised Gordon to assuage Vin with a 
letter, telling him that the paper is now done and about ready for sub- 
mission, since I have worked over all the serum sorting problems with him. 
I am still very worried with Vin’s wild rush to print, without concern for 
quality or accuracy. He threatens to submit the kuru laboratory data thus, 
without me, and the paper still remains hopeless and in some places inaccurate. 
Mat was asleep in the guest room when I arrived at Leon Rosen’s home 
yesterday evening. He travelled well and competently, but remains argumen- 
tative and belligerent with me, so that I cannot get him to agree to come 
on the Alpha Helix , although I am still counting on him to join us at Ponape. 
I have so disillusioned him and so undercut his moorings by kicking him out of 
the house and finally reversing myself and withdrawing him from college 
and sending him home, that he remains lost and bitter, totally mistrustful. 
’’Home" to Mat means only our Chevy Chase home, and I have all but destroyed 
that for him, as he sees it. He senses his lost-ness as an unwanted and 
unwilling wanderer, and absolutely refuses to look on Ulithl, Falalop Island, 
or Micronesia, as his home. Last night, he said repeatedly that he wishes 
that he were dead. 
