June 5, 1968
It isn’t a good day for writing. I feel very upset. Everyone seems to be. And yet I suppose they will slip back into their lethargy soon.
I am busy writing an article on Henry Adams (the grandson of John Quincy Adams and descendent of the famous John Adams). I find him the most interesting American writer (he was an historian). But its hard to write a short enough article. He was so complex…Well, I actually have written a book—the one Braziller wanted to publish—and that I have never really finished. It is not the way I want to write. However, that is the way I see the world. Reality for me is like rising to a surface and finding it transparent but impossible to break through—therefore what I see is always from below looking up to a world I can never enter.
Today I’m sending you my thesis. I told you that New York University wrote me about it—wanting to publish it—but I never did anything about it. Well, I hope now to get busy finishing a lot of things. I always felt unsure that I should. Anyway, a copy of my thesis is here in the library and is read often. I will send you the commentary about it. I guess I never did. Since the paper is thin, try to read it against a heavy plain background (I was offered a job at London University on the basis of it—with a research group on parliamentarism). I’m still interested in the problems and I did a lot of research.
Yes, I will send you copies of my articles—I have planned so many—goodness knows how I”ll ever get them all written—and, of course, it takes a little time to write them in other languages…