Dear Sir, - I expect you will have received my other letter by now, written a week ago. I have to rely on others to post my letters, as I am too helpless to go out except in an invalid chair.
It is strange how peculiarly my utterly legless and helpless condition is affecting me. I told you in my last letter I've given up wearing orthodox trousers. I also described my dresser so I won't go through it all again.
The somewhat ill-fitting bathing slip has been discarded for black silk legless trunks.
My own utter helplessness somehow thrills me. It sounds crazy, I know, but I think it is this acceptance of our utter dependence on others that keeps we legless folk interested in life. It would be silly, far instance, for me to wear clumsy garments and strive to be independent. I should only struggle in vain, look silly, and end up by begging assistance. Whereas now I demand assistance, in my leglessness is my right.
I have had my bedroom altered now. Before I had to be lifted into bed. But I can manage it myself now. My room, to a legless cripple, look like a banquet hall! It took me too long to crawl to the various pieces of furniture, so I have been given a new room.
My bed is a cot, the legs sawn off to bring it within 6 inches of the floor. The other furniture is lowered in proportion, while the mirrors stand on the floor.
I hope lots of legless readers will write to you. My compliments to "Happy With One" on her interesting snap. I haven't the pluck to send mine.
Yours truly,
Legless.