 And she wrote this beautiful handwritten letter. She was taking Chinese brush lessons, and it had all the paintings on it. And she talked about all the people who had tried to find solace in Hawaii, Jack London and various writers. And maybe she could find it there, and she could live day by day. Maybe she would go to the Eastern philosophy and just sort of not even think about the world. But then she said to Dick, I'm not sure about this, but you'll understand this because you're a troubled soul as I am. And then I looked at him.