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Correspondence from Mildred Burlingame to Grady McMurtry
[EXTRACT]
[27 February 1958]
Out of the wilderness comes a voice reminding us that not all are sleeping, confirming our feelings that there is a subtle stirring in the consciousness of others like ourselves.
Again the solemn stillness. Few were they who have heard the voice of the young captain: for the sleep of all but the youngest and strongest was the sleep of death. I could not resist borrowing words and a phrase from it [The Heart of the Master].
. . . what is left and who is working? All, or nigh all, seem fallen into heaviness, not from exhaustion of labour, but from lethargy. A few of us are half awake, a few voices speaking through the darkness, and a few feet moving feebly, but still moving.
We will be so happy to hear from you again.
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