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  1. 65306172 - not-logged-in-614fc167e970c8cbd0c1
  2. 65311326 - sroosa
  3. WINNER - 65311916 - Hoopster
  4. 65321422 - not-logged-in-259a8879be5a42629e70
  5. 65334364 - ChamboPip

65306172 - not-logged-in-614fc167e970c8cbd0c1

11 mansel road
wimbledon
12 vi 1948
My dearest Sylvia,
I usually post my letters in a box at the end of the road,
at the bottom of the hill. How many times have I been to
it I wonder with letters for you. the phallic beast is in-
satiable, no matter how many letters I give it to eat. It
is always there, telling me to write more often, at greater
length: 'I've got room of hundreds more'.

This evening I was restless and wanted exercise so I walk-
ed and walked. Through urban scenery all the way. Waste
land between factories and a dead railway line, Wandsworth
Bridge with a dreary Whistlerian late sunset effect, two pro-
stitutes having a fit and charging at a wall, crowds overflowing
the pavements as they left Olympia. And finally a few rides
in 'dodgem' cars at Hammersmith, symbolically swerving, bump-
ing, charging. The result of this four hours is a convic-
tion of the Absurd (Camus). Coming back I passed the letter
box with its mouth open.

Today I went to Guildhall and saw some Spanish pictures
from the Cook Collection, a group of great interest, includ-
ing a portrait of Velasquez attributed to his mulatto ser-
vant. While in the neighbourhood I visited St Stephens
Walbrook as you recommended some time ago and was delighted
by the spatial effects of inside as far as they were intell-
igible. Repair is going ahead fairly well it seems.

I should have written above 'yesterday I went to the Guild-
hall'. It is now 12.20. I wonder if you are asleep? It
is very close here for comfortable sleep. No owls tonight
though often I can hear them in the great trees at the end of
the garden. Yesterday in my long walk I saw three bushes
of white roses by a canal, not far from Lady Hamilton's home
in Mitcham. A pylon soared above them. They were delicious-
ly creamy. The bushes nodded in unison at the touch of a
wind.

When I wake up I shall finish this letter; if I post it in
good time you will get it for sure on Monday. Don't forget
to give me instructions about your slides, for time is getting
short. 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12. It is the 12th already -
just. I love you.

Yes, I will most certainly go to the N.G. and get the post-
cards for you. I shall do so on Monday as I am meeting John-
son at noon there. And a bulb of garlic. Perhaps I better
bring a bulb for everyone at the Rectory: is it vampyres?

65311326 - sroosa

11 mansel road
wimbledon
12 vi 1948

My dearest Sylvia,

I usually post my letters in a box at the end of the road,
at the bottom of the hill. How many times have I been to
it I wonder with letters for you. The phallic beast in-
satiable, no matter how many letters I give it to eat. It
is always there, telling me to write more often, at greater
length: 'I've got room of hundreds more'.

This evening I was restless and wanted exercise as I walk-
ed and walked. Through urban scenery all the way. Waste
land between factories and a dead railway line, Wandsworth
Bridge with a dreary Whistlerian late sunset effect; two pro-
stitutes teasing a mentally deficient cripple in a bus, a
man having a fit and charging at a wall, crowds overflowing
the pavements as they left Olympia. And finally a few rides
in 'dodgem' cars at Hammersmith, symbolically swerving, bump-
ing, charging. The result of this four hours is a convic-
tion of the Absurd (Camus). Coming back I passed the letter
box with its mouth open.

Today I went to Guildhall and saw some Spanish pictures
from the Cook Collection, a group of great interest, includ-
ing a portrait of Velasquez attributed to his mulatto ser-
vant. While in the neighborhood I visited St Stephens
Walbreck as you recommended some time ago and was delighted
by the spatial effects of inside as far as they were intell-
igible. Repair is going ahead fairly well it seems.

I should have written above 'yesterday I went to the Guild-
hall'. It is no 12.20. I wonder if you are asleep? It
is very close here for comfortable sleep. No owls tonight
though often I can hear them in the great trees at the end of
the garden. Yesterday in my long walk I saw three bushes
of white roses by a canal, not far from lady Hamilton's home
in Mitcham. A pylon scared above them. They were delicious-
ly creamy. The bushes nodded in unison at the touch of a
wind.

When I wake up I shall finish this letter; if I post it in
good time you will get it for sure on Monday. Don't forget
to give me instructions about your slides, for time is getting
short. 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12. It is the 12th already -
just. I love you.

Yes, I will most certainly go to the N.G. and get the post-
cards for you. I shall do so on Monday as I am meeting John-
son at noon there. And a bulb of garlic. Perhaps I better
bring a bulb for everyone at the Rectory: is it vampyres?

WINNER - 65311916 - Hoopster

12 vi 1948 11 mansel road
wimbledon

My dearest Sylvia,
I usually post my letters in a box at the end of the road,
at the bottom of the hill. How many times have I been to
it I wonder with letters for you. The phallic beast is in-
satiable, no matter how many letters I give it
to eat. It is always there, telling me to write more often, at greater
length: 'I've got room of hundreds more'.

This evening I was restless and wanted exercise so I walk-
ed and walked. Through urban scenery all the way. Waste
land between factories and a dead railway line, Wandsworth
Bridge with a dreary Whistlerian late sunset effect, two pro-
stitutes teasing a mentally deficient cripple in a 'bus, a
man having a fit and charging at a wall, crowds overflowing
the pavements as they left Olympia. And finally a few rides
in 'dodgem' cars at Hammersmith, symbolically swerving, bump-
ing, charging. The result of this four hours is a convic-
tion of the Absurd (Camus). Coming back I passed the letter
box with its mouth open.

Today I went to Guildhall and saw some Spanish pictures
from the Cook Collection, a group of great interest, includ-
ing a portrait of Velasquez attributed to his mulatto ser-
vant. While in the neighbourhood I visited St Stephens
Walbrook as you recommended some time ago and was delighted by the spatial effects inside as far as they were intell-
igible. Repair is going ahead fairly well it seems.

I should have written above 'yesterday I went to the Guild-
hall'. It is now 12.20. I wonder if you are asleep? It is very close here for comfortable sleep. No owls tonight
though often I can hear them in the great trees at the end
of the garden. Yesterday in my long walk I saw three bushes
of white roses by a canal, not far from Lady Hamilton's home
in Mitcham. A pylon soared above them. They were delicious-
ly creamy. The bushes nodded in unison at the touch of a
wind.

When I wake up I shall finish this letter; if I post it in
good time you will get it for sure on Monday. Don't forget
to give me instructions about your slides, for time is getting
short. 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12. It is the 12th already -
just. I love you.

Yes, I will most certainly go to the N.G. and get the post-
cards for you. I shall do so on Monday as I am meeting John-
son at noon there. And a bulb of garlic. Perhaps I better
bring a bulb for everyone at the Rectory: is it vampyres?




65321422 - not-logged-in-259a8879be5a42629e70

11 mansel road
wimbledon
12 vi 1948

My dearest Sylvia,

I usually post my letters in a box at the end of the road,
at the bottom of the hill. How many times have I been to
it I wonder with letters for you. The phallic beast is in-
satiable, no matter how many letters I give it to eat. It
is always there, telling me to write more often, at great
length: 'I've got room of hundreds more'.

This evenign I was restless and wanted exercise so I walk-
ed and walked. Through urban scenery all the way. Waste
land between factories and a dead railway line, Wandsworth
Bridge with a dreary Whistlerian late sunset effect, two pro-
stitutes teasing a mentally deficient cripple in a 'bus, a
man having a fit and charging at a wall, crowds overflowing
the pavements as they left Olympia. And finally a few rides
in 'dodgem' cars at Hammersmith, symbolically swerving, bump-
ing, charging. The result of this four hours is a convic-
tion of the Absurd (Camus). Coming back I passed the letter
box with its mouth open.

Today I went to Guildhall and saw some Spanish pictures
from the Cook Collection, a group of great interest, includ-
ing a portrait of Velasquez attributed to his mulatto ser-
vant. While in the neighbourhood I visited St Stephens
Walbrook as you recommended some time ago and was delighted
by the spatial effects of inside as far as they were intell-
igible. Repair is going ahead fairly well it seems.

I should have written above 'yesterday I went to the Guild-
hall'. It is now 12.20. I wonder if you are asleep? It
is very close here for comfortable sleep. No owls tonight
though often I can hear them in the great trees at the end of
the garden. Yesterday in my long walk I saw three bushes
of white roses by a canal, not far from Lady Hamilton's home
in Mitcham. A pylon soared above them. They were delicious-
ly creamy. The bushes nodded in unison at the touch of a
wind.

When I wake up I shall finish this letter; if I post it in
good time you will get it for sure on Monday. Don't forget
to give me instructions about your slides, for time is getting
short. 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12. It is the 12th already -
just. I love you.

Yes, i will most certainly go to the N.G. and get the post-
cards for you. I shall do so on Monday as I am meeting John-
son at noon there. And a bulb of garlic. Perhaps I better
bring a bulb for everyone at the Rectory: is it vampyres?

65334364 - ChamboPip

12 vi 1948 11 mansel Road
Wimbledon
My dearest Sylvia,

I usually post my letters in a box at the end of the road,
at the bottom of the hill. How many times have I been to
it I wonder with letters for you. The phallic beast is in-
satiable, no matter how many letters I give it to eat. It
is always there, telling me to write more often, at grater
length: "I've got room of hundreds more".

This evening I was restless and wanted exercise so I walk-
ed and walked. Through urban scenery all the way. Waste
land between factories and a dead railway line, Wandsworth Bridge with a dreary Whistlerian late sunset effect, two pro-
stitutes teasing a mentally deficient cripple in a 'bus, a
man havinga fit and charging at a wall, crowds overflowing
the pavements as they left Olympia. And finally a few rides
in dogem' cars at Hammersmith, symbolically swerving, bump-
ing and charging. The result of this four hours is a conviction of the Absurd (Camus). Coming back I passed the letter
box with its mouth open.

Today I went to Guildhall and saw some Spanish pictures
from the Cook Collection, a group of great interest, includ-
ing a portrait of Velasques attributed to his mulatto ser-
vant. While in the neighbourhood I visited St Stephens
Walbrook as you recommended some time ago and was delighted
by the spatial effects of inside as far as they were intell-
igible. Repair is going ahead fairly well it seems.
I should have written above 'yesterday I went to the Guild-
hall'. It is now 12.20. I wonder if you are asleep? It
is very close here for comfortable sleep. Now owls tonight
though often I can hear them in the great trees at the end of
the garden. Yesterday in my long walk I saw three bushes
of white roses by a canal, not far from Lady Hamilton's home
in Mitcham. A pylon soared above them, they were delicious
-ly creamy. the bushes nodded in unison at the touch of a
wind.
When I wake up I shall finish this letter; if I post it in
good time you will get it for sure on Monday. Don't forget
to give me instructions about your slides, for time is getting
short. 18,17,16,15,14,13,12. It is the 12th already -
just. I love you.
Yes I will most certainly go the N.G. and get the post-
cards for you. I shall do so on Monday as I am meeting John-
son at noon there. And a bulb of garlic. Perhaps I better
bring a bulb for everyone at the Rectory: is it vampyres?

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