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Letter No. 100. Monday, Feb 23rd Major. J.H. Massey
6 Palestinian Coy, The Badds.
M.E.T.
My own darling Barbara,
And now having arrived at number one hundred, I will
go back to number one. I hope with all my heart that by the
time I reach number four or five again, I shall be able to
pack up my writing materials & everything else too, & post
myself home to you. Do you know I have written 958 pages
in my 99 letters, & So with the L.Cs not included in this
number & all the () that is over 1000 pages. And I
suspect that you have written somewhere about the same
amount. It is an amazing amount really. I find that
when I am really trying, I can just about manage
four pages in an hour. But my normal rate is
certainy less than 2 pages an hour. So you can imagine
how much time I have spent sitting at my table &
writing to you thinking about you. And I like doing
so, thank goodness. In fact it is the only real way I
have of enjoying myself, & feeling more or less happy
somehow together with you. I posted a 16 page letter to
you yesterday & now here I am beginning again. It was
sweet of you to assure me again in your last letter,
that you find my letters good & interesing, & loving
too. I do like to know this, I hope that they are more
or less like me, for better or worse, give you a fine
picture of what I am or what I am doing, thinking.
I hardly think that there is any need for me to
reassure you, my darling. I told you in a fairly recent
letter that I am quite certain that your letters to me
are the most wonderful letters which anybody could
possible receive. They are perfect in every way & I
love them & never cease to look forward to them.
It will be an extraordinary feeling when I do not