To Charles Augustus Strong
Rome. June 2, 1925
Most of the clouds have passed: Mercedes and her fellow-pilgrims have departed, after agonies of uncertainty about lost luggage, most of which was recovered; and poor Mrs Toy, scarcely arrived in England, was so very homesick, bored, and ill, that she went back directly to blessed Boston! This is the second time this has happened, and I think I know the reason, but it is too psychological and complicated for a letter. Finally, Onderdonk, who again seemed on the point of appearing, has again given it up: so that I am preparing for departure, and will add a postcript if I get an answer today about a place in the train. My delay, apart from the presence of my Spanish friends, was due to a desire to see how long Rome proves habitable in summer. It is now warm, but not intolerable, and there are thundershowers when it has got a bit oppressive. I also wanted to finish my review of Dewey before leaving, but I am now resigned to any fate as far as work is concerned: I seem to be becalmed.
From The Letters of George Santayana: Book Three, 1921-1927. Cambridge, MA: The MIT Press, 2002.
Location of manuscript: Rockefeller Archive Center, Sleepy Hollow NY