WhenIwasintheeighthgrade,Ihadafriend．Wewereshyand“tooserious”about
whenitwasbecomingfashionablewithourclassmatestolearnacceptablesocialbehaviors．Wesaidlittleatschool,butshewouldcometomyhouseandwewouldsitdownwithpencilsandpaper,andoneofuswouldsay：“Let’sstartwithatrainwhistletoday．”Wewouldsitquietlytogetherandwriteseparatepoemsorstoriesthatgrewoutofatrainwhistle．Thenwewouldreadthemaloud．Attheendofthatschoolyear,we,too,werechangingintosocialcreaturesandthestoriesandpoemsstopped．
WhenIlivedforatimeinLondon,Ihadafriend,HewasindespairandIwasindespair．Butourfriendshipwasbasedontheideaineachofusthatwewouldbesorrylaterifwedidnotexplorethisgreatcitybecausewehadfeltbadatthetime．WemeteverySundayforfiveweeksandfoundmanyexcellentthings．Wewalkeduntilourdespairsdisappearedandthenweparted．WegaveLondontoeachother．
ForalmostfouryearsIhavehadremarkablefriendwhoseimaginationilluminatesmine．Wewritelonglettersinwhichweoftendiscoverourstrangestselves．Eachofusappears,sometimesinafunnyway,intheother’sdreams．SheandIagreethat,atcertaintimes,weseemtobepartsofthesamemind．Inmymostinterestingmoments,Ioftenthink：“Yes,Imusttell…．”Wehavenevermet．
ItissuchcomfortingcompanionsIwishtokeep．Onebrighthourwiththeirkindisworthmoretomethanthelifetimeservicesofapsychologist,whowillonlyfillupthehealingsilencenecessarytothosedarkestmomentsinwhichIwouldratherbemyownbestfriend．
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