Dear Will,

here we are, you and i, languishing in our hospitals. You have pain and i am without my books -the learned Dr. Chilton has  sen to that. We live in a primitive time-don't we, will?- neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. Any rational society would either kill me give me my books. 
I wish you a spedy convalescence and hope you won't be very ugly.
i think of you often. 

                                                                      -Hannibal Lecter.