Dear Mrs Morcom,

[breathedout]

Dear Mrs. Morcom,

I want to say how very sorry I am about Chris. During the last year I worked with him continually and I am sure I could not have found anywhere another companion so brilliant and yet so charming and unconceited. I regarded my interest in my work, and in such things as astronomy (to which he introduced me) as something to be shared with him and I think he felt a little the same about me. Although that interest is partly gone, I know I must put as much energy if not as much interest into my work as if he were alive, because that is what he would like me to do. I feel sure that you could not possibly have had a greater loss.

Yours sincerely, Alan Turing

I should be extremely grateful if you could find me sometime a little snap-shot of Chris, to remind me of his example and of his efforts to make me careful and neat. I shall miss his face so, and the way he used to smile at me sideways. Fortunately I have kept all his letters.

—Alan Turing, 15 February 1930, in correspondence with the mother of his recently-deceased classmate and first love Christopher Morcom, as quoted in Andrew Hodges' Alan Turing: The Enigma

“I regarded my interest in my work as something to be shared with him”: never have I better related to a declaration of love.