Thank you for your letter. Too bad you won't be able to write. I guess you'll be too busy moving on. Me too. First of all, I'm quite busy socially. Very busy socially. Plus, my screenwriting is really taking off. I'm basically in discussions with some people. Producer-types. You know. They say moviemaking is the new novel writing. I'm pretty much on the vanguard of that whole thing. Thanks for the memories.
I'm not sure that quite captures my emotional state. A more accurate reflection of how I feel would have been:
Alice Heart-Torn-into-Small-Pieces-and-Then-Thrown-Away MacLeod
Oh Goose, Goose! Why hast thou forsaken me?