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  1. 65771602 - xuelee
  2. 65961213 - not-logged-in-7171a6b7b025474e9fba
  3. 66037812 - WiltedLotus
  4. WINNER - 66101981 - mar15ted
  5. 66238015 - slicitra
  6. 66409456 - Preacher357

65771602 - xuelee

[13-8-50]
Blackheath
Sunday
Dearest Sylvia,
Last night I typed out two new poems of one hundred lines each and found a foolscap envelope for them but find this morning I have no stamps. So, I will send you tomorrow the poems, and, for today, content myself with this letter.
My German lecture was quite satisfactory, and included a fine rhetorical passage - purple - on the wonderful new Michel Pacher, which I enthusiastically examined. My Worringer Form in Gothic notes came in useful at last (Made for the Munich lectures, you remember) and, afterwards, one of the audience was about to dash off Zwemmer to try and buy it. Charles wants me to do Rembrandt but I resisted and he made it Velasquez instead.
I had a letter from Miss Chick who is secretary of the S.E.A. (Society For Education in Art): she wonders, it is still provisional, at an early stage, and 'subject to the approval of her committee', whether I might not be able to edit the society's magazine Athene. The present editor is retiring. I should not be paid a salary but would receive , apparently, a 'gift' of 25 annually.
I am going to see her next week about it but, of course, it is too early to be too confident though iI am flattered at being asked.
Melville told me a little more about Schmanski's death: apparently the aeroplane he was in, with other journalists, just exploded in the air. One body, not his, was recovered.
Dearest Cat, what of your shoes? I hope they haye arrived safely by now. If not tell me and I will go to Chiesman's.
I am reading News of the World: I admire it less than Eros in Dogma but nonetheless it contains much that is excellent. Barker's tendency to be hysterically sad is rather a bore but I think the book worth reading though not, not in the least, important.
I hope you enjoyed Canterburry. The last time I was there I spent the day making vast drawings of the place. I was on my first self-paid, self-supporting holiday and it was on the proceeds of my job at the wall-paper exhibition. It was a long time ago - before I was a lion, before I knew Hetty, and Lionel was only tiny. Perhaps, Yawolla was already there, though ...
The mirror that fell from our window ledge garden: I hunted yesterday in the garden, found it, and it now flashes again in its proper place. See how I attend to all the things connected with home.
I hope you will be able to paint soon. I love you so much,
Lawrence

65961213 - not-logged-in-7171a6b7b025474e9fba

[13-8-50]
Blackheath

Dearest Sylvia,

Last night I typed out two new poems of one hundred lines each
and found a foolscap envelope for them but find this morning I
have no stamps. So, I will send you tomorrow the poems, and,
for today, content myself with this letter

My German lecture was quite satisfactory, and included a fine
rhetorical passage - purple - on the wonderful new Michel Pacher,
which I enthusiastically examined. My Worringer Form in Gothic
notes came in useful at last (Made for the Munich lectures, you
remember ) and, afterwards, one of the audience was about to dash
of to Zwemmer to try and buy it. Charles wants me to give the
first three lectures during September, also: he wanted me to
do Rembrandt but I resisted and he made it Velasquez instead.

I had a letter from Miss Chick who is secretary of the S.E.A.
(Society for Education in Art) : she wonders, it is still provis-
ional, art an early stage, and 'subject to the approval of her
committee' , whether I might not be able to edit the society's
magazine Athene. The present editor is retiring. I should
not be paid a salary but would receive, apparently, a 'gift' of
$25 annually. I am going to see her next week about it but,
of course, it is too early to be too confident though I am flat-
tered at being asked.

Melville told me a little more about Schmanski's death: appar-
ently the aeroplane he was in, with other journalists, just ex-
ploded in the air. One body, not his, was recovered.

Dearest Cat, what of your shoes? I hope they have arrived safely
by now. If not tell me and I will go to Chieseman's.

I am reading News of the world: I admire it less than Eros in Dogma
but nonetheless it contains much that is excellent. Barker's tendency
to be hysterically sad is rather a bore but I think the book worth
reading though not, not in the least, important.

I hope you enjoyed Canterbury. The last time I was there I spent
the day making vast drawings of the place. I was on my first self-
paid, self-supporting holiday and it was on the proceeds of my job
at the wall-paper exhibition. It was a long time ago - before I
was a lion, before I knew Hetty, and Lionel was only tiny. Per-
haps, Yawolla was already there, though...

The mirror that fell from our window ledge garden: I hunted yesterday
in the garden, found it, and it now flashes again in its proper place.
See how I attend to all the things connected with home.

I hope you will be able to paint soon. I love you so much,


66037812 - WiltedLotus

[13-8-50]
Blackheath

Dearest Sylvia,

Last night I typed out two new poems of one hundred lines each and found a foolscap envelope for them but find this morning I have no stamps. So, I will content myself with this letter.

My German lecture was quite satisfactory, and included a fine rhetorical passage - purple - on the wonderful new Michel Pacher, which I enthusiastically examined. My Worringer Form in Gothic notes came in useful at last (made for the Munich lectures, you remember) and, afterwards, one of the audience was about to dash off to Zwemmer to try and buy it. Charles wants me to give the first three lectures during September, also: he wanted me to do Rembrandt but I resisted and he made it Velasquez instead.

I had a letter from Miss Chick who is secretary of the S.E.A. (Society for Education in Art): she wonders, it is still provis-ional, at an early stage, and 'subject to the approval of her committee', whether I might not be able to edit the society's magazine Athene. The present editor is retiring. I should not be paid a salary, but would receive, apparently, a 'gift' of 25 annually. I am going to see her next week about it but, of course, it is too early to be too confident though I am flat-tered at being asked.

Melville told me a little more about Schmanski's death: appar-ently the aeroplane he was in, with other journalists, just ex-ploded in the air. One body, not his, was recovered.

Dearest Cat, what of your shoes? I hope they have arrived safely by now. If not tell me and I will go to Chieseman's.

I am Reading News of the World: I admire it less than Eros in Dogma but nonetheless it contains much that is excellent. Barker's tendency to be hysterically sad is rather a bore but I think the book worth reading though not, not in the least, important.

I hope you enjoyed Canterbury. The last time I was there I spent the day making vast drawings of the place. I was on my first self-paid, self-supporting holiday and it was on the proceeds of my job at the wall-paper exhibition. It was a long time ago - bfore I was a lion, before I knew Hetty, and Lionel was only tiny. Per-haps, Yawolla was already there, though. . .

The mirror that fell from our window ledge garden: I hunted yesterday in the garden, found it, and it now flashes again in its proper place. See how I attend to all the things connected with home.

I hope you will be able to paint soon. I love you so much,
Lawrence

WINNER - 66101981 - mar15ted

[13-8-50] Blackheath Sunday
Dearest Sylvia, Last night I typed out two new poems of one hundred lines each and found a foolscap envelope for them but find this morning I have no stamps. So, I will send you tomorrow the poems, and, for today, content myself with this letter. My German lecture was quite satisfactory, and included a fine rhetorical passage - purple - on the wonderful new Michel Pacher, which I enthusiastically examined. My Worringer Form in Gothic notes came in useful at last (Made for the Munich lectures, you remember) and, afterwards, one of the audience was about to dash off to Zwemmer to try and buy it. Charles wants me to give the first three lectures during September, also: he wanted to do Rembrandt but I resisted and he made it Velasquez instead. I had a letter from Miss Chick who is secretary of the S.E.A. (Society for Education in Art): she wonders, it is still provisional, at an early stage, and 'subject to the approval of her committee', whether I might not be able to edit the society's magazine Athene. The present editor is retiring. I should not be paid a salary but would receive, apparently, a 'gift' of pound 25 annually. I am going to see her next week about it but, of course it is too early to be too confident though I am flattered at being asked. Melville told me a little more about Schmanski's death: apparently the aeroplane he was in, with other journalists, just exploded in the air. One body, not his, was recovered. Dearest Cat, what of your shoes? I hope they have arrived safely by now. If not tell me and I will go to Chieseman's. I am reading News of the World: I admire it less than Eros in Dogma but nonetheless it contains much that is excellent. Barker's tendency to be hysterically sad is rather a bore but I think the book worth reading though not, not in the least, important. I hope you enjoyed Canterbury. The last time I was there I spent the day making vast drawings of the place. I was on my first self-paid, self-supporting holiday and it was on the proceeds of my job at the wall-paper exhibition. It was a long time ago - before I was a Lion, before I knew Hetty, and Lionel was only tiny. Perhaps Yawella was already there though... The mirror that fell from our window ledge garden: I hunted yesterday in the garden, found it, and it now flashes again in its proper place. See how I attend to all the things connected with home. I hope you will be able to paint soon. I love you so much Lawrence

66238015 - slicitra

Sunday
Blackheath

Dearest Sylvia,

Last night I typed out two new poems of one hundred lines each and found a foolscap envelope for them but find this morning I have no stamps. So, I will send you tomorrow the poems, and, for today, content myself with this letter.

My German lecture was quite satisfactory, and included a fine rhetorical passage - purple - on the wonderful new Michael Pacher, which I enthusiastically examined. My Worringer Form in Gothic notes came in useful at last (Made for the Munich lectures, you remember) and, afterwards, one of the audience was about to dash off to Zwemmer to try and buy it. Charles wants me to give the first three lectures during September, also: he wanted me to do Rembrandt but I resisted and he made it Velasquez instead.

I had a letter from Miss Chick who is secretary of the S.EA. (Society of Education in Art): she wonders, it is still provisional, at, an early stage, and 'subject to the approval of her committee', whether I might not be able to edit the society's magazine Athene. The present editor is retiring. I should not be paid a salary but would receive, apparently, a 'gift' of 25 annually. I am going to see her next week about it but, of course, it is too early to be too confident though I am flattered at being asked.

Melville told me a little more about Schmanski's death: apparently the aeroplane he was in, with other journalists, just exploded in the air. One body, not his was recovered.

Dearest Cat, what of your shoes? I hope they have arrived safely by now. If not tell me and i will go to Chieseman's.

I am reading News of the World: I admire it less than Eros in Dogma but nonetheless it contains much that is excellent. Barker's tendency to be hysterically sad is rather a bore but I think the book worth reading though not, not in the least, important.

I hope you enjoyed Canterbury. The last time I was there I spent the day making vast drawings of the place. I was on my first self-paid, self-supporting holiday and it was on the proceeds of my job at the wall-paper exhibition. It was a long time ago - before I was a lion, before I knew Hetty, and Lionel was only tiny. Perhaps, Yawolla was already there, though...

The mirror that fell from our window ledge garden: I hunted yesterday in the garden, found it, and it now flashes again in its proper place. See how I attend to all the things connected with home.

I hope you will be able to paint soon. I love you so much,
Lawrence

[13-8-50]

66409456 - Preacher357

13-2-50 Sunday Blackheath Dearest Sylvia,

Last night I typed out two new poems of one hundred lines each
and found a foolscap envelope for them but find this morning I
have no stamps. So, I will send you tomorrow the poems, and, for today, content myself with this letter.

My German lecture was quite satisfactory, and included a fine
rhetorical passage - purple - on the wonderful new Michel Pacher,
which I enthusiastically examined. My Worringer Form in Gothic
notes came in useful at last (Made for the Munich lectures, you
remember) and, afterwords, one of the audience was about to dash
off to Zwemmer to try and but it. Charles wants me to give the
first three lectures during September, also: he wanted me to
do Rembrandt but I resisted and he made it Velasquez instead.

I had a letter from Miss Chick who is secretary of the S.E.A.
(Society Education in Art): she wonders, it is still provis-
ional, at an early stage, and 'subject to the approval of her
committee, whether I might not be able to edit the society's
magazine Athene. The present editor is retiring. I should
not be paid a salery but would receive apparently a 'gift' of
25 annually. I am going to we her next week about it but,
of course, it is too early to be too confident though I am flat-
tered at being asked.

Melville told me a little more about Schmanski's death: appar-
ently the aeroplane he was in, with other journalists, just ex-
ploded in the air. One body, not his, was recovered.

Dearest Cat, what of your shoes? I hope they have arrived safely
by now. If not tell me and I will go to Chieseman's.

I am reading News of the World: I admire it less than Eros in Dogma
but nonetheless it contains much that is excellent. Barker's tendency
to be hysterically sad is rather a bore but I think the book worth
reading though not, not in the least important.

I hope you enjoyed Canterbury. The last time I was there I spent
the day making vast drawings of the place. I was on my first self-
paid, self-supporting holiday and it was on the procedes of my job
at the wall-paper exhibition. It was a long time ago - before I
was a lion, before I knew Hetty, and Lionel was only tiny. Per-
haps, Yawolla was already there, though...

The mirrow that fell from our window ledge garden: I hunted yesterday
in the garden, found it, and it now flashes again in its proper place.
See how I attend to all the things connected with home.

I hope you will be able to paint soon. I love you so much.
Lawrence

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