第269页 The First War,1913-20

Masood 与福斯特，摄于1906年
175• To Syed Ross Masood  8 September 1917
If we both live through it, I am coming to you, so plant a little tree on my jagir(Urdu word:a grant of rent-free land).Alas, by the time I arrive it may be a big tree, and you and I, very old men, will sit in its shade. You will be a celebrated old man and I suppose rather a fat one. I shall be a thin bald old man extremly obscure, but we will sit together and your grandchildren shall wait on us.
Love to you, I needn't add. We'll pull off the meeting some day, but these years of absence are awful, awful, and we are both growing older. Try not to forget me. On the surface I've altered, but not deep down, and our love springs from deep down. How long have we known each other now? It must be 10 years. 
此信写在一战中，福斯特随红十字会在埃及。他想象着两人晚年的相见，可以算作弯男爱上直男的终极念想了吧，静谧且温暖。