26 September 1937
To Jean · 41 Fighter Squadron TELEPHONE NO, OLD CATTERICK 53, ROYAL AIR FORCE
OLD CATTERICK 53.
ROYAL AIR FORCE,
CATTERICK,
YORKS.
Dear Jean:
Comment allez-vous aujourd'hui? Ou est ma crayon? Un deux trois quatre cinq six 7, 8, 9.
Utter rot but some fun eh! I am sorry that I'm not home to prove to you that (x+y)3 = x3 + 3x2 + 3xy2 + y3 but you will have to struggle along as best you can.
I am enclosing a picture of my features while doing a loop - pretty! n'est-ce pas?
It is raining today, and it is rather dismal but not very cold. I am listening to some very good dance music from Radio Luxembourg - real American music. Occasionally I get dance music from New York when it is relayed to the BBC in London.
The unfortunate part of living in England is that we get a lot more classical music than you happy-go-lucky Americans. On this side of the Atlantic everything is more staid and so-so.
I say, old man, would you like a cigarette?
Not cockney, mind you. That belongs to the uneducated classes. The people of northern England and Scotland talk much the same as we do (the educated ones I mean, of course).
In Britain a person only has to talk and you know whether they are educated or not by their voice. Not by what they say, but by the accent.
In Canada an accent will tell you absolutely nothing. All the fittings in my bedroom are chromium and the furniture inlaid mahogany with a deep leather chair for comfort - how I like them!!
Well, I have written enough for now. Write soon and tell me what subjects and how many of them you are studying.
Love Bill