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I am glad to return to such a role and perhaps I can get more done. These 
last days sailing over very calm seas, with no islands at all in sight since 
Ontong Java, have been very profitable. I have almost finished my coverless 
copy of Henry Miller's "Big Sur and the Oranges of Heironymous Bosch", and 
I am finding his chapter, the last, on Conrad Moricand the best part of the 
book. I dropped into tears as he described Conrad Moricand' s arrival in 
the US in recognizing the insane generosity of personal assumption of non- 
existent "responsibility", which I have myself so often assumed, just as 
he describes his assumption thereof. The writing had become sloppy and the 
material a bit mundane, until this last chapter, which has set me back to 
intense pleasure and I read with avid curiosity. 
The horizon is studded with small rain showers, occasional rainbows, and 
at times we pass through a brief deluge, but always the sea remains calm 
and smooth, far smoother than we ever saw it in the Banks, Tdrres or 
Southern Solomon Islands where we needed such a calm sea desperately. 
I have written to Bob Kirk at length, describing the problems we have 
had with the Revco and specimens. I corrected the Western Caroline red 
cell enzyme paper on which I have been sitting since August, and have mail- 
ed this to him along with the long letter discussing this expedition and 
its specimens. I still have to clear up the South American Indian and the 
West New Guinea red cell enzyme studies with Bob Kirk and I have promised 
him that I would do so. If only he will be further patient and tolerant 
this Winter and Spring will surely see all of these papers done. 
I have finished correcting Steven Brown's Paraguay Indian paper and 
I am still overcome with pleasure to see his new maturity as a paper writer. 
It is good. Perhaps now we can also get off the seroepidemiology paper. 
I have finished Miller's "Big Sur and the Oranges of Heironymous Bosch" 
and I find his account of his friendship and its denouement with Conrad 
Moricand most sobering: 
"I abhor people who have to filter everything through the one language 
they know, whether it be astrology, religion, yoga, politics, economics 
or what." 
"To make anything truly significant one has to poetize it." 
"Knowledge weights one down; wisdom saddens one. The love of truth 
has nothing to do with knowledge or wisdom; it's beyond their domain." 
"Live simply and wisely. Forget, forgive, renoimce, abdicate." 
"Reviewing their encounter that afternoon in my mind's eye, I see them 
as two egomaniacs hypnotized for a few brief hours by the mingling of worlds 
which overshadowed their personalities, their interests, their philosophies 
of life." (Reminding me of Gustav Regler and myself, and later of Gerhard 
Muensch and myself, both meetings in Cuernavaca under Reinhart's tutelage). 
"Art is a healing process, as Nietzsche pointed out. But mainly for 
those who practice it. A man writes in order to know himself, and thus get 
rid of self eventually. That is the divine purpose of art." (my journalizing). 
