Letter 1.51

…Perhaps, someday one of the dogs here will dig up some bones, the island will shake, fires will issue forth and the Hermitage will go to the still lonelier depths at the bottom of the lagoon - in which case I shall wander off to be again en route. If I wander across the Siberian hinterlands, almsbowl in hand and robes held tight, across the frozen Straits, down Alaska and into the Rockies, I'll come a-begging at your door, brother…