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- 65321269 - not-logged-in-e3f529490692198ef169
- WINNER - 65322067 - vickiechen
- 65349846 - jordanbg
- 65365341 - SparklesD
- 65376490 - TatterTangle
65321269 - not-logged-in-e3f529490692198ef169
(5-6-48) 11 mansel road Wimbledon SATURDAY My dearest Sylvia: Alas, that your dream about me should be anxious one and, since I participated, I feel most guilty. I hope it will not be repeated. I know how unpleasant it is to wake up after such dreams and feel unhappy - the feeling carried over from the dream and not dispelled by consciousness as it should be. How I wish our nights were spent together for I could then wake and put my dreams into effect at once for I will admit to you, Sylvia, that my dreams are frequently about you but that (to put it in the most sober terms) there is no frustration until I actually wake up. I purred happily trough your letter it was a concerned purr at your distressing dream. I received a letter from Gibson at the same time in which he says he well put my name on the list of occasional lecturers and that the fee has been raised to a pound. He has an amazing signature, about the size of a fly, though narrower than a fly. With rare clarity I imagine you in the Reference library with the delicious world of Carpaccio open before you. As you said to me not long ago I would now say to you ; 'You will be terribly learned'. Daily I imagine you, most often, I think, at Pett where we have been so happy together and shortly are to be again. I see your picture above my bed and remember how you lay by the sundial on your front and bent your legs in the air and the skin crinkled at the back of your knees. Your lovely legs... And you say you have almost completed a drawing. I am so pleased. I ints turn it reminds me of you drawing me in the evening at Pett and I recapture the ease and pleasure. Do not forget my rose if there is time for roses will not be here much longer. Poor Paul, that is - Peter, is in a bad state. Completely broke, separated (for the moment) from his lover, out of a job, and prevented from taking the only job that was offered him by a hernia which may or may not go down. The rent is due tomorrow and the milk-bill was due yesterday. I have spent much of yesterday and today with him an have caught a slight touch of his depression.WINNER - 65322067 - vickiechen
[5-6-48]11 mansel road
wimbledon
saturday
My dearest Sylvia:
Alas, that your dream about me should be an anxious
one and, since I participated, I feel most guilty. I
hope it will not be repeated. I know how unpleasant
it is to wake up after such dreams and feel unhappy -
the feeling carried over from the dream and not dispel-
led by consciousness as it should be. How I wish our
nights were spent together for I could then wake and put
my dream into effect at once for I will admit to you,
Sylvia, that my dreams are frequently about you but that
(to put it in the most sober terms) there is no frust-
ration until I actually wake up.
I purred happily through your letter though it was
a concerned purr at your distressing dream. I receiv-
ed a letter from Gibson at the same time in which he
says he well put my name on the list of occasional lec-
turers and that the fee has been raised to a pound. He
has an amazing signature, about the size of a fly, though
narrower than any fly.
With rare clarity I imagine you in the Reference Lib-
rary with the delicious world of Carpaccio open before
you. As you said to me not long ago I would say now
to you ; 'You will be terribly learned'.
Daily I imagine you, most often, I think, at Pett
where we have been so happy together and shortly are to
be again. I see your picture above my bed and remember
how you lay by the sundial on your front and bent your
legs in the air and the skin crinkled at the back of your
knees. Your lovely legs... And you say you have al-
most completed a drawing. I am so pleased. In its
turn it reminds me of you drawing me in the evening at
Pett and I recapture the ease and pleasure. Do not for-
get my rose if there is time for roses will not be here
much longer.
Poor Paul, that is - Peter, is in a bad state. Com-
pletely broke, separated (for the moment) from his lover,
out of a job , and prevented from taking the only job that
was offered him by a hernia which may or may not go down.
The rent is due tomorrow and the milk-bill was due yester-
day. I have spent much of yesterday and today with him
and have caught a slight touch of his depression.
65349846 - jordanbg
[5-6-48]11 mantel road wimbledon
saturday
My dearest Sylvia:
Alas, that your dream about me should be an anxious
one and, since I participated, I feel most guilty. I
hope it will not be repeated. I know how unpleasant
it is to wake up after such dreams and feel unhappy -
the feeling carried over from the dream and not dispel-
led by consciousness as it should be. How I wish our
nights were spent together for I could then wake and put
my dream into effect at once for I will admit to you,
Sylvia, that my dreams are frequently about you but that
(to put it in the most sober terms) there is no frust-
ration until I actually wake up.
I purred happily through your letter though it was
a concerned purr at your distressing dream. I receiv-
ed a letter from Gibson at the same time in which he
says he will put my name on the list of occasional lec-
turers and that the fee has been raised to a pound. He
has an amazing signature, about the size of a fly, though
narrower than any fly.
With rare clarity I imagine you in the Reference Lib-
rary with the delicious world of Carpaccic open before
you. As you said to me not long ago I would say now
to you; 'You will be terribly learned'.
Daily I imagine you, most often, I think, at Pett
where we have been so happy together and shortly are to
be again. I see your picture above my bed and remember
how you lay by the sundial on our front and bent your
legs in the air and the skin crinkled at the back of your
knees. Your lovely legs... And you ay you have al-
most completed a drawing. I am so pleased. In its
turn it reminds me of you drawing me in the evening at
Pett and I recapture the ease and pleasure. Do not for-
get my rose if there is time for roses will not be here much longer.
Poor Paul, that is - Peter, is in a bad state. Com-
pletely broke, separated (for the moment) from his lover,
out of a job, and prevented from taking the only job that
was offered him by a hernia which may or may not go down.
The rent is due tomorrow and the milk-bill was due yester-
day. I have spent much of yesterday and today with him
and have caught a slight touch of his depression.
65365341 - SparklesD
[5-6-48]11 mansel road
wimbledon
saturday
My dearest Sylvia:
Alas, that your dream about me should be an anxious one and, since I participated, I feel most guilty. I hope it will not be repeated. I know how unpleasant it is to wake up after such dreams and feel unhappy - the feeling carried over from the dream and not dispelled by consciousness as it should be. How I wish our nights were spent together for I could then wake and put my dream into effect at once for I will admit to you, Sylvia, that my dreams are frequently about you but that (to put it in the most sober terms) there is no frustration until I actually wake up.
I purred happily through your letter through it was a concerned purr at your distressing dream. I received a letter from Gibson at the same time in which he says he will put may name on the list of occasional lecturers and that the fee has been raised to a pound. He has an amazing signature, about the size of a fly, though narrower than any fly.
With rare clarity I imagine you in the Reference Library with the delicious world of Carpaccio open before you. As you said to me not long ago I would say now to you; 'You will be terribly learned'.
Daily I imagine you, most often, I think, at Pett where we have been so happy together and shortly are to be again. I see your picture above my bed and remember how you lay be the sundial on your front and bent your legs in the air and the skin crinkled at the back of your knees. Your lovely legs... And you say you have almost completed a drawing. I am so pleased. In its turn it reminds me of your drawing me in the evening at Pett and I recapture the ease and pleasure. Do not forget my rose if there is time for roses will not be here much longer.
Poor Paul, that is - Peter, is in a bad state. Completely broke, separated (for the moment) from his lover out of a job, and prevented from taking the only job that was offered him by a hernia which may or may not go down. The rent is due tomorrow and the milk-bill was due yesterday. I have spent much of yesterday and today with him and have caught a slight touch of his depression.
65376490 - TatterTangle
(5 - 6 - 48)11 mansel road
wimbledon
saturday
My dearest Sylvia:
Alas, that your dream about me should be an anxious one and, since I participated, I feel most guilty. I hope it will not be repeated. I know unpleasant it is to wake up after such dreams and feel unhappy - the feeling carried over from the dream and not dispelled by consciousness as it should be. How I wish our nights were spent together for I could then wake and put my dream into effect at once for I will admit to you, Sylvia, that my dreams are frequently about you but that ( to put it in the most sober terms) there is no frustration until I actually wake up.
I purred happily through your letter though it was a concerned purr at your distressing dream. I received a letter from Gibson at the same time in which he says he will put my name on the list of occasional lecturers and that the fee has been raised to a pound. He has an amazing signature, about the size of a fly, though narrower then any fly.
With rare clarity I imagine you in the Reference library with the delicious world of Carpaccio open before you. As you said to me not long ago I would now say to you ; 'You will be terribly learned'.
Daily I image you, most often, I think, at Pett where we have been so happy together and shortly are to be again. I see you picture above my bed and remember how you lay by the sundial on your front and bent your legs in the air and the skin crinkled at the back of your knees. Your lovely legs . . . And you say you have almost completed a drawing. I am so pleased. In its turn it reminds of you drawing me in the evening at Pett and I recapture the ease and pleasure. Do not forget my roses if there is time for roses will not be here much longer.
Poor Paul, that is - Peter, is in a bad state. Completely broke, separated (for the moment) from his lover, out of a job, and prevented from taking the only job that was offered him by a hernia which may or may not go down. The rent is due tomorrow and the milk-bill was due yesterday. I have spent much of yesterday and today with him and have caught a slight touch of his depression.