[Letter Excerpt, July 23, 1949]

With all this intense cerebration and strenuous exploring you would think I have no time to lift weights. That is true. The perse and the breathing are what I need most, and especially the discipline of its magnificent deliberation, but you know how well these things suit my jittery nature. Did you attend that Big Show in Oakland? My heart goes pit-a-pat at the very thought of it. Masses of flesh, developed until they resembled animated bunches of grapes, throwing their curves around in the best striptease manner – I can’t think of a better show or more delightful comedy. You shouldn’t have missed it for the world: taratology for young and old. I must make little Paul a weightlifter. Unbedingt…Keeping our broad acres properly watered and trimmed would be enough exercise for me, of course, only I don’t do it.