
Well we are in Christmas week once more: and yesterday (thank goodness) I wound up my course of lectures with a very philosophical one on the gensis of insanity. I am now a free man once again and shall do some writing I hope between now and spring—but first of all I have to go (tomorrow) to Toronto on some government matters—shall return Tuesday or Wednesday—then we shall get Xmas safely over (I hope) and then for the literary business. I (as an experiment) spoke an hour yesterday without notes—was (and am) surprised that I got on so well—of course I omitted things that I should have said but on the whole am satisfied with the way the thing "eventuated." How are you, dear Walt? Not very well I fear. I hope I shall be able to see you before long.—
Best love to you. So long! RM Bucke
