And I don’t expect you to answer this letter, because I can feel the door to you slamming in my face and I know that it’s you slamming it shut. But I love you, Joe, with or without your consent. So that is how I plan to write to you—with or without your consent. If you don’t want to hear from me, just throw away this and all the letters that follow it. For all I know these words themselves are lying at the bottom of the sea. I have to go now. I love you.
