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- 65311151 - not-logged-in-a7ed765ddcdae2ec4991
- 65347080 - not-logged-in-748bda247aa174458757
- 65351680 - mluce
- WINNER - 65355419 - l4q
- 65361160 - not-logged-in-4645d56b0c67e148f306
- 65383768 - southsidesunny
- 65504465 - tpod74
65311151 - not-logged-in-a7ed765ddcdae2ec4991
17th November. 11 Mansel Road.Dearest Sylvia,
I have read your letter several times and thought about it all through breakfast. I remember you told me several times over the weekend that I was a reasonable creature but so, triumphantly your letter reveals, are you. Yes I accept the position you outline if it is necessary to you: for myself I am entirely confident. But I know what you are giving up to come to me whereas I leave nothing pleasant. I kono you love me, you have proved this darling, so do not fear for our life together. I would ask one thing - that our arrangements assume permanence and not simply a kind of experiment with the arrangements to be decided later. Provided we get on you can simply stay with me. We shall learn, as the lovers in Les Jeux Sont Fait did not, that our allegiance is to each other.
I imagine our life like two pictures by David. There is the double portrait of the Laveiaiers, collaborating on thier mutual interests, thoughtful and polite, and the Paris andHelen, a similar composition but with sexual tenderness the theme. The two taken together make an admirable synthesis.
Poor Mr. Handley seems to be at the stage I was at last year when I wrote my autumn poem. I fear it is too late for him to find his way out, however, as I was able to by following a lantern held by Cupid which led to - Sylvia.
I do hope that you have not spoilt your picture of Michael. Today it is bright so perhaps you can correct it. How dark it has been as you say. In the B.M. it is like an Elsheimer - the chiarosouro of the dome broken with tiny lonely reading lamps.
Thank you for working my lantern so well. I mean, of course, at the lecture but I seem inadvertently to have picked up the lantern held by Cupid again. This betrayal, however, is charming. Oh Sylvia I adore you.
I long to speak to you tomorrow - that is Thursday. Give Tiny my love. I love you an dlong for the New Year.
I love you,
Lawrence
65347080 - not-logged-in-748bda247aa174458757
17th November.11, Mansel Road.
Dearest Sylvia,
I have read yout letter several times and thought about it all through breakfast. I remember you told me several times over the weekend that I was a reasonable creature but so, triumphantly your letter reveals, are you. Yes, I accept the position you outline if it is necessary to you: for myself I am entirely confident. But I know what you are giving up to come to me whereas I leave nothing pleasant. I know you love me, you have proved darling, so do not fear for our life together. I would ask one thing - that our arrangements assume permanence and not simply a kind of experiment with the arrengements to be decided later. Provided we get on you can simply stay with me. We shall learn, as the lovers in Les Jeux Sont Fait did not, that our allegiance is to each other.
I imagine our life like two pictures by David. There is the double portrait of the Lavoisiers, collaborating on the mutual interests, thoughtful and polite, and the Paris and Helen, a similar composition but with sexual tenderness the theme. The two taken together make and admirable synthesis.
Poor Mr. Handley seems to be at the stage I was at last year when I wrote my autumn poem. I fear it is too late for him to find his way out, however, as I was able to by following a lantern held by Cupid which led to - Sylvia.
I do hope that you have not spoilt your picture of Michael. Today it is bright so perhaps you can correct it. How dark it has been as you say. In the B.M. it is like as Elsheimer the chiaroscuro of the dome broken with tiny lonely reading lamps.
Thank you for working my lamp so well. I mean, of course, at the lecture but I seem inadvertently to have picked up the lantern held by Cupid again. This betrayal, however, is charming. Oh Sylvia I adore you.
I long to speak to you tomorrow - that is Thursday. Give Tiny my love. I love you and long for the New Year.
I love you, Lawrence
65351680 - mluce
17th November. 11,Mansel Road.Dearest Sylvia,
I have read your letter several times and thought about it all through breakfast. I remember you told me several times over the weekend that I was a reasonable creature but so, triumphantly your letter reveals, are you. Yes I accept the position you outline if it is necessary to you: for myself I am entirely confident. But I know what you are giving up to come to me whereas I leave nothing pleasant. I know you love me, you have proved this darling, so do not fear for our life together. I would ask one thing - that our arrangements assume permanence and not dimly a kind of experiment with the arrangements to be decided later. Provided we get on you can simply stay with me. We shall learn, as the lovers in Les jeux Sont Fait did not, that our allegiance is to each other.
I imagine our life like two pictures by David. there is the double portrait of the Lavoisiers, collaboration on their mutual interests, thoughtful and polite, and the Paris and Helen, a similar composition but with sexual tenderness the theme. The two taken together make an admirable synthesis.
Poor Mr Handley seems to be at the stage I was at last year when I wrote my autumn poem. I fear it is too late for him to find his way out, however, as I was able to by following a lantern held by Cupid which let to - Sylvia.
I do hope that you have not spoilt your picture of Michael. Today it is bright so perhaps you can correct it. How dark it hass been as you say. In the B.M. it is like an Elsheimer-the chiaroscuro of the dome broken with tiny lonely reading lamps.
Thank you for working my lantern so well. I mean, of course, at the lecture but I seem inadvertently to have picked up the lantern held by Cupid again. This betrayal, however, is charming. Oh Slyvia I adore you.
I long to speak to you tomorrow - that is Thursday. give Tiny my Love. I love you and long for the New Year.
I love you,
Lawrence
WINNER - 65355419 - l4q
17th November. 11, Mansel Road.Dearest Syliva,
I have read your letter several times and though about it all through breakfast. I remember you told me several times over the weekend that I was a reasonable creature but so, triumphantly your letter reveals, are you. Yes I accept the position you outline if it is necessary to you: for myself I am entirely confident. But I know what you are giving up to come to me whereas I leave nothing pleasant. I know you love me, you have proved this darling, so do not fear for our life together. I would ask one thing - that our arrangements assume permanence and not simply a kind of experiment with the arrangements to be decided later. Provided we get on you can simply stay with me. We shall learn, as the lovers in Les Jeux Sont Fait did not, that our allegiance is to each other.
I image our life like two pictures by David. There is the double portrait of the Lavoisiers, collaborating on their mutual interests, thoughtful and polite, and the Paris and Helen, a similar composition but with sexual tenderness the theme. The two taken together make an admirable synthesis.
Poor Mr Handley seems to be at the stage I was at last year when I wrote my autumn poem. I fear it is too late for him to find his way out, however, as I was able to by following a lantern held by Cupid which led to - Sylvia.
I do hope that you have not spoilt your picture of Michael. Today it is bright so perhaps you can correct it. How dark it has been as you say. In the B.M. it is like an Elsheimer - the chiaroscuro of the dome broken with tiny lonely reading lamps.
Thank you for working my lantern so well. I mean, of course, at the lecture but I seem inadvertently to have picked up the lantern held by Cupid again. This betrayal, however, is charming. Oh Sylvia I adore you.
I long to speak to you tomorrow - that is Thursday. Give Tiny my love. I love you and long for the New Year.
I love you,
Lawrence
65361160 - not-logged-in-4645d56b0c67e148f306
17th November. 11 , Mansel Road.Dearest Sylvia,
I have read your letter several times and thought about it all through breakfast. i remember you told me several times over the weekend that i was a reasonable creature but so, triumphantly your letter reveals, are you. yes i accept the position you outline if it is necessary to you: for myself I am entirely confident. But I know what you are giving up to come to me whereas I leave nothing pleasant. I know you love me, you have proved this darling, so do not fear our love life together. I would ask one not simply a kind of experiment with the arrangements to be decided later. Provided we get on you can simply stay with me. We shall learn, as the lovers in Les Jeux Sont Fait did not, that our allegiance is to each other.
I imagine our life like two pictures by David. There is the double portrait of the Lavoisiers, collaborating on their mutual interests, thoughtful and polite, and the Paris and Helen, a similar composition but with sexual tenderness the theme. The two taken together make an admirable synthesis.
Poor Mr Handley seems to be at the stage I was at last year when I wrote my autumn poem. I fear it is too late for him to find his way out, however, as I was able to by following a lantern held by Cupid which led to - Sylvia.
I do hope that you have not spoiltyour picture of Michael. Today it is bright so perhaps you can correct it. How dark it has been as you say. In the B.M. it is like an Elsheimer the chiaroscuro of the dome broken with tiny lonely reading lamps.
Thank you for working my lantern so well. I mean, of course, at the lecture but i seem inadvertently to have picked up the lantern held by Cupid again. This betrayal, however, is charming. Oh Sylvia I adore you.
I long to speak to you tomorrow - that is Thursday. Give Tiny my love. I love you and long for the New Year.
I love you,
Lawrence
65383768 - southsidesunny
17th November 11, Mansel Road.Dearest Sylvia,
I have read your letter several times and thought
about it all through breakfast. I remember you
told me several times over the weekend that I was a
reasonable creature but so, triumphantly your letter
reveals are you. Yes I accept the position you out-
line if it is necessary to you: for myself I am en-
tirely confident. But I know what you are giving up
to come to me whereas I leave nothing pleasant. I
know you love me, you have proved this darling, so
do not fear for our life together. I would ask one
thing - that our arrangements assume permanence and
not simply a kind of experiment with the arrangements
to be decided later. Provided we get on you can
simply stay with me. We shall learn, as the lovers
in Les Jeux Sont Fait did not, that our allegiance is to each other.
I imagine our life like two pictures by David.
There is the double potrait of the Lavoisiers, col-
laborting on their mutual interests, thoughtful and
polite, and the Paris and Helen, a similar composition
but with sexual tenderness the theme. The two taken
together make an admirable synthesis.
Poor Mr Handley seems to be at the stage I was at
last year when I wrote my autumn poem. I fear it is
too late for him to find his way out, however, a I
was able to by following a lantern held by Cupid which
led to - Sylvia.
I do hope that you have not spoilt your picture of
Michael. Today it is bright so perhaps you can correct
it. How dark it has been as you say. In the B.M. it is like
an Elsheimer - the chiaroscuro of the dome broken with
tiny lonely reading lamps.
Thank you for working my lantern so well. I mean. of
course, at the lecture but I seem inadvertently to have
picked up the lantern held by Cupid again. This betray-
al, however, is charming. Oh Sylvia I adore you.
I long to speak to you tomorrow - that is Thursday.
Give Tiny my love. I love you and long for the New Year.
I love you,
Lawrence
65504465 - tpod74
17th November.11, Mansel Road
Dearest Sylvia,
I have read your letter several times and thought about it all through breakfast. I remember you told me several times over the weekend that I was a reasonable creature but so, triumphantly your letter reveals, are you. Yes I accept the position you outline if it is necessary to you: for myself I am entirely confident. But I know what you have been giving up to come to me whereas I leave nothing pleasant. I know you love me, you have proved this darling, so do not fear for our life together. I would ask one thing - that our arrangements assume permanence and not simply a kind of experiment with the arrangements to be decided later. Provided we get on you can simply stay with me. We shall learn, as the lovers in Les Jeux Sont Fait did not, that our allegiance is to each other.
I imagine our life like two pictures by David. There is the double portrait of the Lavoisiers, collaborating on their mutual interests, thoughtful and polite, and the Paris and Helen, a similar composition but with sexual tenderness the theme. The two taken together make an admirable synthesis.
Poor Mr Handley seems to be at the stage I was at last year when I wrote my autumn poem. I fear it is too late for him to find his way out, however, as I was able to by following a lantern held by Cupid which led to - Sylvia
I do hope that you have not spoiled your picture of Michael. Today it is bright so perhaps you can correct it. How dark it has been as you say. In the B.M. it is like an Eisheimer - the chiaroscuro of the dome broken with tiny lonely reading lamps.
Thank you for working my lantern so well. I mean, of course, at the lecture but I seem inadvertently to have picked up the lantern held by cupid again. This betrayal, however, is charming. Oh Sylvia I adore you.
I long to speak to you tomorrow - that is Thursday. Give Tiny my love. I love you and long for the New Year.
I love you,
Lawrence