Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] the wind “got on his nerves” upon my remarking that it was life to me. Bob R said that he liked a hot sultry still day. I cannot reconcile that with his giant physique or his mind. / I could not get my mind on school work today, but found myself sneaking looks out of the window - Once I went up to the west life-room (which was not being used and crawled out on the parapet. Here I spent an hour or so revelling (sic) in the roar of the wind in the trees, and sometimes jotting