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How dreadful the discovery of rootlessness and rejection has been 
for Mat. The wound may heal, but a large scar will always remain. My 
angry affirmations of rejection and total mistrust of him, my total lack 
of faith in his word, and final rejection has cut him irremedially , and 
he has not settled for the affront, nor faced the necessity for a change 
in his ways and relationships. I continue to only hope that he will con- 
tinue on to Micronesia and that he will work productively there on his 
islands and join us on the Alpha Helix expedition which departs from Ponape 
in mid-November. 
Linda, Leon's daughter of twenty, is now a secretary in Honolulu, 
having dropped out in her junior year in Chinese studies at UCLA. She 
feels some empathy for Mat, more so than do the boys, David and Albert. 
Linda has a boyfriend who is also disaffected and obviously does not fill 
Leon with pride and approval. Davis, twelve, and Albert, sixteen, show us 
four amateur movies they directed and filmed (super 8mm) . Albert, es- 
pecially, wants to be a film producer, professionally. Ann Marie and Leon 
have been fine, gracious hosts to me and Mat, and I am very embarrassed to 
have Mat on their hands for another five nights; however, they insist he 
is welcome. I have a repeated urge to shake Mat and slap him when he 
makes his outlandish demands and pouting "spoiled child" self-defeating 
decisions and threats; yet, I know how near to tears we both are and I 
restrain myself and withdraw, or I argue on. Oh, what a bore are these 
late-adolescent miseries, and yet, how real to their possessor. Henry Miller's 
account of Thomas in the first part of his "Big Sur and the Oranges of 
Hieronymus Bosch" comes to mind... he too was exasperated. 
I dictate letters to Jose Torres in our NINDS laboratory on Guam, and 
to Kenneth Groves at the Ulithi High School for Mat confirming his work 
for us on the islands, and his participation on the Alpha Helix expedition. 
The very low incidence of toxoplasma positive serology in the cat-free 
populations of New Guinea holds up. We shall finally report it. 
Honolulu to Pago Pago, American Samoa. . .American Airlines flight #71... 
September 11, 1972 
Leon's new half-million dollar laboratory at the Leahi Hospital is 
fine, but how much more fun to enjoy its facilities as a guest worker, 
than to have been enslaved for over a year by its design and construction! 
Huge, heavy Polynesians sprinkle our plane with the flavor of the South 
Pacific; boisterous black-American musicians, going to Australia, sit on 
all sides of me. I have written to Bobby-Linda-Karl , and to Yavine, and 
I feel good. 
