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Elsfield Manor, Oxford. 7th February, 1933.
John Edgar, Esq., Crichton Royal, Dumfries.
My dear John,
I sent you a few books this week, and I will send you some more books and papers regularly.
I cannot tell you how distressed I am about your misfortunes. I quite see that a farm house in the winter would be very uncomfortable, but your account of the Crichton makes it the nearest approach to hell I have ever come across. If only we could get you to Elsfield, where you could have a first-class doctor to give you the "dope", and a comfortable place to live in! Remember, as soon as you feel able to travel, to keep this in mind. My idea would be that you should break yourself to travelling by first going to Johnnie Jameson in Edinburgh, and then coming to us.
I know it is very easy for me to ask you to look at the bright side, but there is a bright side. The mere fact that you are physically well is one; also the fact that you wake sometimes in the mornings feeling that your old life were back again is an encouragement. You can get your old life back again - of that I am perfectly certain. Shut down upon worrying about Egypt, for if you get yourself fit your friends will find you some other job.
I know all this is rather Job's consolation. There is nothing, I am afraid, your friends can really do at present.
