I confess that it has been far too long since I have written last. I have indeed fulfilled my wish and am currently within the Princetonian walls. I am currently not in my first or second years, but rather my last and I must say that I quite enjoyed college. When I first arrived, I made acquaintances with Kerry and Burne Holiday, and later Jesse, Alec, and Tom. We soon became friends, and remained so.

I spoke to Monsignor Darcy many more times and I feel as if I have found a kindred spirit with him and myself. He claims that I am quite like him, and though I have no patience for religion now, I will eventually be quite like him and embrace it later on in life. I however am not so sure. I hope to be quite like him when I reach his age, but only in the aspect of which he leaves a one of a kind impression on people.

Burne is a very interesting fellow. At first I did not have much of an acquaintance with him, but rather his brother Kerry, and Burne usually followed Kerry ambitions, but a while ago he started a big thing and had about two thirds of the junior class leave their clubs. In the beginning I had much doubt of him as he was always following his brother's ambitions, and blending in with the shadows. Now he is strong minded, and he has created many theories on vast subjects, that can win any debate with the most hardened opponent. He, I fully admit, is the first contemporary I have ever met that is my superior in mental capacity.

I did fall in love with two women, the first Isabelle, and the second Clara. Isabelle was a silly foolish girl that was able to keep my attention and affection for a while, but she soon bored me and I fell out of love almost as quickly as I fell in. Clara was a widower, who was poor and had children, but she was a quite remarkable women, who was incredibly clever and I told her how I felt, but she then in turn revealed she had no intention of getting married again. She loved her children greatly and was content to take care of them.

I have not much to say of my college days, for much of it is small memories of different events that have occurred. The war is upon us, and I shall go forth to fight as will many of my friends and peers. Burne is a pacifist after thinking about it greatly, and has left the college for Philadelphia for whatever awaits him. I have gone through much training and am ready to fight. I go overseas in several months so it will be quite a while until I write next.

Cordially

Amory