August 29 Saturday – In Guildford, England Sam began a letter to Livy that he finished Aug. 30.

I wonder if she left any little message for me, any little mention, showing that she thought of me. I was not deserving of it, I had not earned it, but if there was any such word left behind for me, I hope it was saved up in its exact terms & that I shall get it.

My remorse does not deceive me. I know that if she were back I should soon be as neglectful of her as I was before — it is our way….You were the best friend she ever had, dear heart, & the steadfastest. Keep the thought of it in mind, & get from it the solace you have earned, dear Livy….

It is an odious world, an horrible world — it is Hell; the true one, not the lying invention of the superstitious; & we have come to it from elsewhere to expiate our sins.

And now what can we do? Where can we go & hide ourselves till we earn release? For what have we further to do with the world? [LLMT 326-7].