Dart is working on a book report for psychology. He tells Dot that the subject of his chosen book is predicting the success or failure of a marriage. Based of the studies reported in this book, Dart has created an elaborate table for himself and Dot, and scored it according to the values in the book. This chart must have taken him hours to produce, but he’s happy to announce that they have a very good chance of having a happy and long-lasting married life. I’m sure Dot will be relieved to know that.

When Dot’s Sunday night letter came, reminiscing about the exact same moments of their relationship that Dart was writing about at the exact same time, he had to pick a fight with his psychology professor. “He says the extra-sensory perception (mental telepathy) just ain’t possible, but admits a few cases where it came out so perfectly in experiments that he couldn’t argue against it. Sunday night must surely have been one of those times.”

He’s been having almost uncontrollable daydreams about her for several days. He’s almost ashamed of some of the thoughts he’s had of her, but he suspects she wants the same things he does. As time goes by and he knows the sultry letters he’s written are on their way to Dot, he feels a little sheepish about some of them. But then he understands that the reason he writes such things is that they can’t do such things, and writing about them is the only way to cope with his longing.

“Oh, Darling. I want to marry you now, tonight, tomorrow, or as soon as humanly possible, so that we’ll never again have to resist our desires to express our deep love for each other.”

He expresses the tightness in his chest when he thinks of her and wonders if she ever feels the same way.

“Goodnight, my dear. Thinking about you as ‘wife’ and me as’ husband’ has done something to me. I want you. I’m lonesome. I love you.”

No letters tomorrow, but I’ll return on the 15th.