gri_2003_m_46_b01_f03_003
- Max. dissimilarity: 0.08
- Mean dissimilarity: 0.044
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Transcribers
- 65312597 - Hannah.Summerfelt
- WINNER - 65320118 - cshepherd
- 65338151 - Alcea
- 65355845 - judilyn540
- 65361997 - DBonkers
- 65379792 - Preacher357
65312597 - Hannah.Summerfelt
Saturday. 24 iv 1948My dearest Sylvia
Thank you for your letter. I woke up to it. A dream of benevolent character receeded and a hand gave me your letter. I see your letter as an Aubade; the day will be fine I am now confident. I'm so glad you have found time for a painting - even if it is a watercolor. Dandylions always say that some-thing is better than nothing. You'll be able to do oils soon I'm sure. Tiny is being very nice - I'm so pleased. I went to Kilburn last night to see Evelyn but unfortunately she was out. I left a note and shall try and see her early in the week. The 6th it is. Darling.
What a lovely phrase that is, about your 'happy-cat' feeling. When I read it I gave a little shiver and shut my eyes for a moment and felt myself smiling contentedly. I adore you.
I am reading Cauguin's intimate journals. There is an in-teresting jaunty ironic account of these last days with Van Gogh and also this: 'In marriage, the greater cuckold of the two is the lover, whom a play at the Palais Royal calls "the luckiest of the three"'. There is a truth in this the academic Palais Royal approach is inclined to forget, indeed, never knew. After all M is with you continually and though this is part of his torment it is also a great part of mine. I find myself, when with other people, thinking of you in a rather curious manner. I try to sup-ress their presence and substitute yours. I start (in my head, it doesn't actually get to my face) to look at them as if they were you, smile as if it were you I were smiling at. This schizoid
WINNER - 65320118 - cshepherd
Saturday. 24 iv 1948My dearest Sylvia
Thank you for your letter. I woke up to it. A dream of
benevolent character receded and a hand gave me your letter.
I see your letter as an Aubade; the day will be fine I am now
confident. I'm so glad you have found time for a painting -
even if it is a watercolor. Dandylions always say that some-
thing is better than nothing. You'll be able to do oils soon
I'm sure. Tiny is being very nice - I'm so pleased. I went
to Kilburn last night to see Evelyn but unfortunately she was
out. I left a note and shall try and see her early in the
week. The 6th it is. Darling.
What a lovely phrase that is, about your 'happy-cat' feeling.
When I read it I gave a little shiver and shut my eyes for a
moment and felt myself smiling contentedly. I adore you.
I am reading Gauguin's intimate journals. there is an in-
teresting jaunty ironic account of those last days with Van Gogh
and also this: 'In marriage, the greater cuckold of the two is
the love, whom a play at the Palais Royal calls "the luckiest
of the three"'. there is a truth in this the academic Palais
Royal approach is inclined to forget, indeed, never knew. After
all M is with you continually and though this is part of his torment
it is also a great part of mine. I find myself, when with other
people, thinking of you in a rather curious manner. I try to sup-
ress their presence and substitute yours. I start (in my head, it
doesn't actually get to my face) to look at them as if they were
you, smile as if it were you I were smiling at. This schizoid
65338151 - Alcea
Saturday. 24 iv 1948My dearest Sylvia
Thank you for your letter. I woke up to it. A dream of benevolent character receded and a hand gave me your letter. I see your letter as an Aubade; the day will be fine I am now confident. I'm so glad you have found time for a painting - even if it is a watercolour. Dandylions always say that some-thing is better than nothing. You'll be able to do oils soon I'm sure. Tiny is being very nice - I'm so pleased. I went to Kilburn last night to see Evelyn but unfortunately she was out. I left a note and shall try and see her early in the week. The 6th it is. Darling.
What a lovely phrase that is, about your 'happy-cat' feeling.
When I read it I gave a little shiver and shut my eyes for a moment and felt myself smiling contentedly. I adore you.
I am reading Gauguin's intimate journals. There is an in-teresting jaunty ironic account of those last days with Van Gogh and also this: 'In marriage, the greater cuckold of the two is
the lover, whom a play at the Palais Royal calls "the luckiest of the three" '. There is a truth in this the academic Palais Royal approach is inclined to forget, indeed never knew. After all M is with you continually and though this is part of his torment it is also a great part of mine. I find myself, when with other people, thinking of you in a rather curious manner. I try to suppress their presence and substitute yours. I start (in my head, it doesn't actually get to my face) to look at them as if they were you, smile as if they were you I was smiling at. This schizoid
65355845 - judilyn540
Saturday. 24 iv 1948My dearest Sylvia,
Thank you for your letter. I woke up to it. A dream of benevolent character receded and a hand gave me your letter. I see your letter as an aubade; the day will be fine, I am now confident. I'm so glad you have found time for a painting - even if it is a watercolor. Dandelions always say that something is better than nothing. You'll be able to do oils soon, I'm sure. Tiny is being very nice - I'm so pleased. I went to Kilburn last night to see Evelyn but unfortunately she was out. I left a note and shall try and see her early in the week. The 6th it is. Darling.
What a lovely phrase that is, about your "happy-cat" feeling. When I read it I gave a little shiver and shut my eyes for a moment and felt myself smiling contentedly. I adore you.
I am reading Gauguin's intimate journals. There is an interesting, jaunty, ironic account of those last days with Van Gogh and also this: "In marriage, the greater cuckold of the two is the lover, whom a play at the Palais Royal calls 'the luckiest of the three'". There is a truth in this the academic Palais Royal approach is inclined to forget, indeed never know. After all M is with you continually, and though this is part of his torment, it is also a great part of mine. I find myself, when with other people, thinking of you in a rather curious manner. I try to suppress their presence and substitute yours. I start (in my head, it doesn't actually get to my face) to look at them as if they were you I were smiling at. This schizoid
65361997 - DBonkers
Saturday. 24 iv 1948My dearest Sylvia,
Thank you for your letter. I woke up to it. A dream of benevolent character receded and a hand gave me your letter. I see your letter as an Aubade; the day will be fine I am now confident. I'm so glad you have found time for a painting - even if it is a watercolor. Dandelions always say that something is better than nothing. You'll be able to do oils soon, I'm sure. Tiny is being very nice - I'm so pleased. I went to Kilburn last night to see Evelyn but unfortunately she was out. I left a note and shall try and see her early in the week. The 6th it is. Darling.
What a lovely phrase that is, about your 'happy-cat' feeling. When I read it I gave a little shiver and shut my eyes for a moment and felt myself smiling contentedly. I adore you.
I am reading Gauguin's intimate journals. There is an interesting jaunty ironic account of those last days with Van Gogh and also this: "In marriage, the greater cuckold of the two is the lover, whom a play at the Palais Royal calls 'the luckiest of the three.' " There is a truth in this the academic Palais Royal approach is inclined to forget, indeed, never knew. After all M is with you continually and though this is part of his torment it is also a great part of mine. I find myself, when with other people, thinking of you in a rather curious manner. I try and suppress their presence and substitute yours. I start (in my head, it doesn't actually get to my face) to look at them as if they were you, smile as if it were you I was smiling at. This schizoid
65379792 - Preacher357
Saturday. 24 IV 1948My dearest Slyvia
Thank you for your letter. I woke up to it. A dream of
benevolent character receeded and a have gave me your letter.
I see your letter as an Aubade; the day will be fine, I am now
confident. I'm so glad you have found time for a painting -
even if it is a watercolor. Dandylions always say that some-
thing is better than nothing. You'll be able to do oils soon,
I'm sure. Tiny is being very nice - I am so pleased. I went
to Kilburn last night to see Evelyn but unfortunately she was
out. I left a note and shall try and see her early in the
wed. The 6th it is. Darling.
What a lovely phrase that is, about your 'happy-cat' feeling.
When I read it I gave a little shiver and shut my eyes for a
moment and felt myself smiling contentedly. I adore you.
I am reading Cauguin's intimate journals. There is an in-
teresting jaunty ironic account of these last days with Van Gogh
and also this: "In marriage, the greater cuckold of the two is
the lover, whom a play at the Palais Royal calls "the luckiest
of the three". There is a truth in this the academic Palais
Royal approach is inclined to forget, indeed, never know. After
all, M is with you continually and though this is part of his torment,
it is also a great part of mine. I find myself, when with other
people, thinking of you in a rather curious manner. I try to sup-
ress their presence and substitute yours. I start (in my head, it
doesn't actually get to my face) to look at them as if they were
you, smile as if it were you I were smiling at. This schizoid