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smoothly turned sentences were alread formed in my brain, but I'm not sure that it ever got as far as paper.
I thought our newspaper reports were dreary in the extreme. They didn't seem even to be able to put down Guedalla's most underlined jokes without spoiling them. The flashlight photograph was perhaps mercifully blurred.
Thank you awfully for letting me come to Elsfield. I wish it had been weather like this, for the view's sake.