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65798538 - not-logged-in-6cb89b2d4a2b85060646
65837745 - SusanMorley53425
65882797 - Preacher357
65945768 - pleiades33
66121803 - mandaberry
66140336 - Frosty1
WINNER - 66153262 - Lynst

65798538 - not-logged-in-6cb89b2d4a2b85060646

Blackheath
5 ix 1950

Dearest Sylvia,
I hope you will be able to make a start on your painting
soon: your letter sounds enthusiastic and fills me with hope
that you will work well. Hetty, of course, is with you to
act as Muse but Dandy will look after himself, he promises.

It is early Tuesday morning and soon I must be off for my
morning lecture. I stayed at Wimbledon until Monday morning
because I could not leave immediately Father had given me lb50.
I shall be debtless in a few days: we shall be able to walk
round the village freely, now. Bernard Gay came to Wimbledon
on Sunday and took away some books in payment for his mobile:
so it is our mobile, now.

Miss Chick has written to ask me to lecture (provisionally)
for a week in March. If I can only add a few more such en-
gagements ahead things won't be too bad.
Here is a sonnet (alas, unrhmyed) for you, my beauty, my
Muse:

The eremetical attributes
With which I strew the hollow cave,
Are blue as uneonsoling walls
The sky erects in empty shires
Between this solitude and your
Rural Victorian retreat:
Blue thoughtful skull, blue book and bell,
Eyes in a mirror left by you.

In the black plain, beyond the cross,
Beyond the precincts of the ferns-
Soft as lingerie folded by the wind,
Near the tower by the canal
And the almost stationary clock.

(Your hermit lion, and your blue neoned Mazawatee factory.)

There is a newly cleaned Cuyp belonging to the King in the N.G.
which we must have missed when we saw the St George by Rubens.
The A.I.A. gallery may close down in December as there is a new
land-lord who will put the rent up, I think. Poor D. Uhlman-
it's her life! I hear she's thin already..... Thinner, anyway.

I love you my dream, my pleasure-principle, my beauty,

I adore you,
Dandy

65837745 - SusanMorley53425

Blackheath
5 ix 1950
Dearest Sylvia,
I hope you will be able to make a start on your painting
soon: your letter sounds enthusiastic and fills me with hope
that you will work well. Hetty, of course, is with you to
act as Muse but Dandy will look after himself, he promises.

It is early Tuesday morning and soon I must be off for my
morning lecture. I stayed at Wimbledon until Monday morning
because I could not leave immediately Father had given me lb50.
I shall be debtless in a few days: we shall be able to walk
round the village freely, now. Bernard Gay came to Wimbledon
on Sunday and took away some books in payment for his mobile :
so it is our mobile, now.

Miss Chick has written to ask me to lecture (provisionally)
for a week in March. If I can only add a few more such en-
gagements ahead things won't be too bad.

Here is a sonnet (alas, unrhymed) for you, my beauty, my
Muse :
The eremetical attributes
With which I strew the hollow cave,
Are blue as unconsoling walls
The sky erects in empty shires
Between this solitude and your
Rural Victorian retreat:
Blue thoughtful skull, blue book and bell,
Eyes in a mirror left by you.

In the black plain, beyond the cross,
Beyond the precincts of the ferns -
Soft as lingerie folded by the wind,
Blue neon models swaying clouds
Near the tower by the canal
And the almost stationary clock.

(Your hermit lion, and your blue neoned Mazawatee factory.)

There is a newly cleaned Cuyp belonging to the Kind in the N.G.
which we must have missed when we say the St George by Rubens.
The A.I.A. gallery may close down in December as there is a new
land-lord who will put the rent up, I think. Poor D. Uhlman-
it's her life! I hear she's thin already ... Thinner, anyway.

I love you my dream, my pleasure-principle, my beauty,
I adore you,
Dandy

65882797 - Preacher357

Blackheath
5 ix 1950

Dearest Sylvia,

I hope you will be able to make a start on your painting
soon: your letter sounds enthusiastic and fills me with hope
that you will work well. Hetty, of course, is with you to
act as Muse but Dandy will look after himself, he promises.

It is early Tuesday morning and soon I must be off for my
morning lecture. I stayed at Wimbledon until Monday morning
because I could not leave immediately Father had given me 50.
I shall be debtless in a few days; we shall be able to walk
round the village freely, now. Bernard Gay came to WImbledon
on Sunday and took away some books in payment for his mobile:
so it is our mobile, now.

Miss Chick has written to ask me to lecture (provisionally
for a week in March. If I can only add a few more such en-
gagements ahead things won't be too bad.

Here is a sonnet (alas, unrhmyed) for you, my beauty, my Muse:

The eremetical attributes
With which I strew the hollow cave,
Are blue as unconseling walls
The sky erects in empty shires
Between this solitude and your
Rural Victorian retreat:
Blue thoughtful skull blue book and bell,
Eyes in a mirror left by you.

In the black plain, beyond the cross,
Beyond the precinctes of the ferns -
Soft as lingerie folded by the wind,
Blue neon models swaying clouds
Near the tower by the canal
And the almost stationary clock.

(Your hermit lion, and your blue neoned Mazawatee factory.)

There is a newly cleaned Cup belonging to the King in the N.G.
which we must have missed when we saw the St George by Rubens.
The A.I.A. gallery may close down in December as there is a new
land-lord who will put the rent up, I think. Poor D. Uhlman'
it's her life! I hear she's thin already... Thinner, anyway.

I love you my dream, my pleasure-principle, my beauty.

I adore you,
Dandy

65945768 - pleiades33

Blackheath
5 ix 1950

Dearest Sylvia,

I hope you will be able to make a start on your painting soon: your letter sounds enthusiastic and fills me with hope that you will work well. Hetty, of course, is with you to act as Muse but Dandy will look after himself, he promises.

It is early Tuesday morning and soon I must be off for my morning lecture. I stayed at Wimbledon until Monday morning because I could not leave immediately Father had given me lb50. I shall be debtless in a few days: we shall be able to walk round the village freely, now. Bernard Gay came to Wimbledon on Sunday and took away some books in payment for his mobile: so it is our mobile, now.

Miss Chick has written to ask me to lecture (provisionally) for a week in March. If I can only add a few more such engagements ahead things won't be too bad.

Here is a sonnet (alas, unrhymed) for you, my beauty, my Muse:

The eremitical attributes
With which I strew the hollow cave,
Are blue as unconsoling walls
The sky erects in empty shires
Between this solitude and your
Rural Victorian retreat:
Blue thoughtful skull, blue book and bell,
Eyes in a mirror left by you.

In the black pain, beyond the cross,
Beyond the precincts of the ferns -
Soft as lingerie folded by the wind,
Blue neon models swaying clouds
Near the tower by the canal
And the almost stationary clock.

(Your hermit lion, and your blue neoned Mazawatee factory.)

There is a newly cleaned Cuyp belonging to the King in the N.G. which we must have missed when we saw the St George by Rubens. The A.I.A. gallery may close down in December as there is a new land-lord who will put the rent up, I think. Poor D. Uhlman- it's her life! I hear she's thin already... Thinner, anyway.

I love you my dream, my pleasure-principle, my beauty,

I adore you,
Dandy

66121803 - mandaberry

Blackheath
5 ix 1950

Dearest Sylvia,

I hope that you will be able to make a start on your painting soon: your letter sounds enthusiastic and fills me with hope that you will work well. Hetty, of course, is with you to act as Muse but Dandy will look after himself, he promises.

It is early Tuesday morning and soon I must be off for my morning lecture. I stayed at Wimbledon until Monday morning because I could not leave immediately Father had given me 50. I shall be debtless in a few days: we shall be able to walk round the village freely, now. Bernard Gay came to Wimbledon on Sunday and took away some books in payment for his mobile: so it is our mobile, now.

Miss Chick has written to ask me to lecture (provisionally) for a week in March. If I can only add a few more such engagements ahead things won't be too bad.

Here is a sonnet (alas, unrhymed) for you, my beauty, my Muse:

The eremetical attributes
With which I strew the hollow cave,
Are blue as unconsoling walls
The sky erects in empty shires
Between this solitude and your
Rural Victorian retreat:
Blue thoughful skull, blue book and bell,
Eyes in a mirror left by you

In the black plain, beyond the cross,
Beyond the precincts of the ferns -
Soft as lingerie folded by the wind,
Blue neon models swaying clouds
Near the tower by the canal
And the almost stationary clock.

(Your hermit lion, and your blue neoned Mazawatee factory.)

There is a newly cleaned Cuyp belonging to the King in the N.G. which we must have missed when we saw the St George by Rubens. The A.I.A. gallery may close down in December as there is a new landlord who will put the rent up, I think. Poor D. Uhlman - it's her life! I hear she's thin already...thinner, anyway.

I love you my dream, my pleasure-principle, my beauty,

I adore you,
Dandy

66140336 - Frosty1

Blackheath
5 ix 1950

Dearest Sylvia,
I hope you will able to make a start on your painting soon : your letter sounds enthusiastic and fills me with hope that you will work well. Betty, of course, is with you to act as Muse but Dandy will look after himself, he promises.

It is early Tuesday morning and soon I must be off for my morning lecture. I stayed at Wimbledon until Monday morning because I could not leave immediately Father had given me lb50. I shall be debtless in a few days : we shall be able to walk round the village freely, now. Bernard Gay came to Wimbledon on Sunday and took away some books in payment for his mobile : so it is our mobile, now.

Miss Chick has written to ask me to lecture (provisionally) for a week in March. If I can only add a few more such engagements ahead things won't be too bad.

Here is a sonnet (alas unrhymed) for you, my beauty, my Muse :

The eremitical attributes
With which I strew the hollow cave,
Are blue as unconsoling walls
The sky erects in empty shires
Between this solitude and your
Rural Victorian retreat :
Blue thoughtful skull, blue book and bell,
Eyes in a mirror left by you.

In the black plain, beyond the cross,
Beyond the precincts of the ferns -
Soft as lingerie folded by the wind,
Blue neon models swaying clouds
Near the tower by the canal
And the almost stationary clock.

(Your hermit lion, and your blue neoned Mazawatee factory.)

There is a newly cleaned Cuyp belonging to the king in the N.G. which we must have missed when we saw the St George by Rubens. The A.I.A. gallery may close down in December as there is a new land-lord who will put up the rent, I think. Poor D. Uhlman - it's her life! I hear she's thin already... Thinner, anyway.
I love you my dear, my pleasure-principle, my beauty,
I adore you,
Dandy

WINNER - 66153262 - Lynst

Blackheath
5 ix 1950

Dearest Sylvia,

I hope you will be able to make a start on your painting
soon : your letter sounds enthusiastic and fills me with hope
that you will work well. Hetty, of course, is with you to
act as Muse but Dandy will look after himself, he promises.

It is early Tuesday morning and soon I must be off for my
morning lecture. I stayed at Wimbledon until Monday morning
because I could not leave immediately Father had given me 50.
I shall be debtless in a few days: we shall be able to walk
round the village freely, now. Bernard Gay came to Wimbledon
on Sunday and took away some books in payment for his mobile:
so it is our mobile, now.

Miss Chick has written to ask me to lecture (provisionally)
for a week in March. If I can only add a few more such en-
gagements ahead things won't be too bad.

Here is a sonnet (alas, unrhymed) for you, my beauty, my
Muse:

The eremetical attributes
With which I strew the hollow cave,
Are blue as unconsoling walls
The sky erects in empty shires
Between this solitude and your
Rural Victorian retreat:
Blue thoughtful skull, blue book and bell,
Eyes in a mirror left by you.

In the black plain, beyond the cross,
Beyond the precincts of the ferns -
Soft as lingerie folded by the wind,
Blue neon models swaying clouds
Near the tower by the canal
And the almost stationary clock.

(Your hermit lion, and your blue neoned Mazawatee factory.)

There is a newly cleaned Cuyp belonging to the King in the N .G .
which we must have missed when we saw the St George by Rubens.
The A . I . A . gallery may close down in December as there is a new
land-lord who will put the RENT up, I think. Poor D. Uhlman-
it's her life! I hear she's thin already... Thinner, anyway.

I love you my dream, my pleasure-principle, my beauty,

I adore you,
Dandy

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