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I am beginning to write "thumb-nail" sketches of geography, ecology, 
demography, ethnography and history for each of the islands we have visited, 
which will have to be revised, augmented and corrected through several drafts 
before we arrive at a usable essay on each Island. It is, however, a much 
needed task, and I enjoy working on it. 
Raymond is restless to get off, but I have persuaded him to delay his 
flight to Honolulu until the 22nd, so that he can take with him the last 
of the sera and clots. However, if we get much packed and off tomorrow he 
would like to leave with them. This would preclude the possiblity of his 
bringing with him heparinized blood specimens on Micronesians for chromosome 
studies which Steven is doing. Steven has found real abnormalities in 
Mororui's centromere placement on the first chromosome pair and in banding 
on others. These are consistent differences from anything seen in Caucasians, 
he says, and also different from the banding differences which he found in 
Mbaginta'o's chromosomes. If this holds up we may have a fascinating study. 
But Mororui's is obviously a distinct type of physique and neuromuscular 
coordination unlike most other Outer Islanders. He and a few others are 
strangely coordinated and constructed. The same may be said of Ivan and 
the "short of stature" Anga. 
I have written to Mathias, trying to encourage him but not finding my- 
self able to write a light, breezy letter and slipping into morose tangles 
as I write. How much fun there is to be had in living. Can I only get this 
spirit of fun back into the house and keep it there? That is my main hope, 
and it must come from my own ability to be jovial, light hearted and gay. 
This I get from my work and from the enthusiasm that builds up in me as 
work prospers. Thus, I am hoping to find a way to work productively and 
with satisfaction in spite of the administrative obstacles which I know will 
beset my return. 
How wonderful if Dick were happily off in the New Hebrides having 
resigned from our section and maturely gone his own way. What wild wishful 
thinking such a hope reflects. Instead he will be off with some amazing 
probably underhanded "deal" having been cooked up which assures his 
continued parasitism of my department and professional and private life. 
I am humorously resigned to this inevitability, and prepared to finally 
die with this Dostoevsklan tangle unresolved. 
Our Captain and I have had a peculiar polite and repectful and very 
distant relationship for these two months. Rarely have we conversed, always 
in a restrained, formal way, and rarely have we clashed face to face. He 
is a very competent navigator and a very conservative, cautious captain, 
whose extreme caution has served us well in some fairly dangerous situations. 
He also has single-mindedly pursued the goal of supplying us with all the 
logistic support he could with this ship and I have no complaints. I am, 
admittedly, a bit disappointed with my scientific crew for their many 
complaints and disappointments. The lavish facilities and support we 
have received is far beyond anything I ever had before or expect in the 
future in work in remote Pacific islands. To complain about food supplied 
to us on shore and delays in landing or being picked up is ridiculous. Captain 
Phinney is a lonely and strange man. I recognized this early and have tried 
to avoid any intense involvement which might lead to more clash than friend- 
ship. I owe him a debt of real gratitude for all he has done for us and I 
