gri_2003_m_46_b01_f07_013
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- WINNER - 65329177 - Kimnj
- 65332346 - PandaNation
- 65341279 - ewrightlittle
- 65344470 - lpspieler
- 65354509 - not-logged-in-0c48b36c4ab24cf56b01
WINNER - 65329177 - Kimnj
Although I am always willing to be as fashion-able as I can intellectually, Telepathy is not for
me. Absolutely not. I agree with you about living sub-
jects. But I fail to see any kind
of survival indicated in the squeaks and gibbers
Aldous Huxley talked about in his amusing essay
in the book you leant me.
Alas, I shall not be able to go to Brighton
after all. I have left it too late now and my
lectures are upon me. They have me by the throat
and escape is impossible.
In a few minutes our, well Mother and Father's,
Bath friends will be arriving for tea and I shall
have to stop this letter. My only consolation is
that there are some nice home-made cakes for the tea.
What are you doing I wonder this afternoon.
It is nearly four on the 8th August. I despair
of guessing which masterpiece of stone or paint
is before you. Soft Umbrian hills around you?
Are the trees anything like Perugino's? Do you
recall the Louvre Battle of Profane and Chaste
love by Costa? I place you in such a landscape
at this moment, very blue and spacious.
By writing rather a long way ahead of your
movements in Italy I hope to avoid your losing
letters as you appear to have done at Siena.
My timing was at fault I imagine. I am sorry
you will not have had any letters at Perugia.
But this and another should be at Bologna for
you on the 11th. I trust so.
Tomorrow I must go to the Wallace and look
at the Metsus. You can imagine the mem-
ories I shall encounter there. Indeed I have
encountered them already; simply by writing
this the past has taken form and urgency. I rem-
ember looking out of the window, over a Giovanni da Bologna cast, and seeing you round a corner.
Our taste for Berchem. And more more more more.
I suppose you have selected Bologna mainly as
a centre for travelling out daily to Padua&c,?
I have to stop now and I want to go on because
I love you so very much. I love you
Lawrence
65332346 - PandaNation
Although I am always willing to be as fashion-able as I can intellectually, Telepathy is not for
me. Absolutely NOT. I agree with you about living sub-
jects . But I fail to see any kind
of survival indicated in the squeaks and gibbers
Aldous Buxley talked about in his amusing essay
in the book you leant me.
Alas, I shall not be able to go to Brighton
after all. I have left it too late now and my
lectures are upon me. They have me by the throat
and escape is impossible.
In a few minutes our, well Mother and Father's,
Bath friends will be arriving for tea and I shall
have to stop this letter. My only consolation is
that there are some nice home-made cakes for tea.
What are you doing I wonder this afternoon.
It is nearly four on the 8th August. I despair
of guessing which masterpiece of stone or paint
is before you. Soft Umbrian hills around you?
Are there trees anything like Peruginn's? Do you
recall the Louvre Battle of Profane and Chaste
love by Costa? I place you in such a landscape
at this moment, very blue and spacious.
by writing rather a long way ahead of your
movements in Italy I hope to avoid your losing
letters as you appear to have done at Siena.
My timing was at fault I image. I am sorry
you will not have had any letters at Perugia.
But this and another should be at Bologna for
you on the 11th. I trust so.
Tomorrow I must go to the Wallace and look
at the Metsus. You can imagine the mem-
ories I shall encounter there. Indeed I have
encountered them already; simply by writing
this the past has taken form and urgency. I rem-
ember looking out the window, over a Ciovanni
da Bologna cast, and seeing you round a corner.
Our taste for Bercher. And more more more more.
I suppose you have selected Bologna mainly as a centre for travelling out daily to Paduea ?
I have to stop now and I want to go on because
I love you so very much. I love you.
Lawrence
65341279 - ewrightlittle
Although I am always willing to be as fashionable as I can intellectually, Telepathy is not for me. Absolutely not. I agree with you about living subjects. But I fail to see any kind of survival indicated in the squeaks and gibbers Aldous Huxley talked about in his amusing essay in the book you lent me.Alas, I shall not be able to go to Brighton after all. I have left it too late now and my lectures are upon me. They have me by the throat and escape is impossible.
In a few minutes our, well Mother and Father's, Bath friends will be arriving for tea and I shall have to stop this letter. My only consolation is that there are some nice home-made cakes for tea.
What are you going I wonder this afternoon. It is nearly four on the 8th August. I despair of guessing which masterpiece of stone or paint is before you. Soft Umbrian hills around you? Are the trees anything like Perugino's? Do you recall the Louvre Battle of Profane and Chaste love by Costa? I place you in such a landscape at this moment, very blue and spacious.
By writing a rather long way ahead of your movements in Italy I hope to avoid your losing letters as you appear to have done at Siena. My timing was at Fault I imagine. I am sorry you will not have had any letter at Perugia. But this and another should be at Bologna for you on the 11th. I trust so.
Tomorrow I must go to the Wallace and look at the Metsus. You can imagine the memories I shall encounter there. Indeed I have encountered them already; simply by writing this the past has taken form and urgency. I remember looking out of the window, over a Giovanni ga Bologna cast, and seeing you round a corner. Our taste for Berchem. And more more more more.
I suppose you have selected Bologna mainly as a center for travelling out daily to Padu
I have to stop now and I want to go on because I love you so very much. I love you.
Lawrence
65344470 - lpspieler
Although I am always willing to be as fashion-able as I can intellectually, telepathy is not for
me. Absolutely not. I agree with you about living sub-
jects. But I fail so see any kind
of survival indicated in the squeaks and gibbers
Aldous Huxley talked about in his amusing essay
in the book you leant me.
Alas, I shall not be able to go to Brighton
after all. I have left it too late now and my
lectures are upon me. They have me by the throat
and escape is impossible.
In a few minutes our, well Mother and Father's,
Bath friends will be arriving for tea and I shall
have to stop this letter. My only consolation is
that there are some nice home-made cakes for tea.
What are you doing I wonder this afternoon.
It is nearly four on the 8th August. I despair
of guessing which masterpiece of stone or paint
is before you. Soft Umbrian hills around you?
Are the trees anything like Perugino's? Do you
recall the Louvre Battle of Profane and Chaste
love by Costa? I place you in such a landscape
at this moment, very blue and spacious.
By writing rather a long way ahead of your
movements in Italy I hope to avoid your losing
letters as you appear to have done at Siena.
My timing was at fault I imagine. I am sorry
you will not have had any letters at Perugia.
But this and another should be at Bologna for you on the 11th. I trust so.
Tomorrow I must go to the Wallace and look
at the Metsus. You can imagine the mem-
ories I shall encounter there. Indeed I have
encountered them already; simply by writing
this the past has taken form and urgency. I rem-
ember looking out of the window, over a Giovanni
da Bologna cast, and seeing you round a corner.
Our taste for Berchem, Abd more more more more.
I suppose you have se"oected Bologna mainly as
a centre for travelling out daily to Padua & c?
I have to stop now and I want to go on because I love you so very much. I love you.
Lawrence
65354509 - not-logged-in-0c48b36c4ab24cf56b01