My dear Mr Kellogg --
I have been filled with remorse ever since our talk the other morning and have quite concluded that I am not yet fit to be out in the world.
I don't what possessed me to go into that old Survey matter which I haven't thought of since we went all over it last summer.
You may be quite sure that I will never go into again [page 2] and that it quite belies my habitual attitude. My remorse may even drive me to writing editorials.
With a genuine apology and hoping to see you in Chicago soon, I am Faithfully yours
[Jany 14" 1917?]