page_0002

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.