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67801429 - claudeyu
68345022 - Preacher357
68426364 - not-logged-in-36ad90bb1b5879680065
WINNER - 68879576 - JanetCormack
71137062 - the3esses
71231186 - ChaoticK

67801429 - claudeyu

68345022 - Preacher357

3 Sept 1951 Dearest Sylvia
This morning I have prepared tomorrow's Turner lec-
ture and am sitting on Blackheath station waiting
for the train to town, where, at 6, my father & I are
going to the South Bank. It is a warm sunny day though
not without sudden chilly jabs of wind every
now and again. I hope you are now spared the
musical TINGS in the hall of the Rectory.

The film man I met yesterday was useless but I
have 2 more contacts yet to see, one film, one publi-
city in general. Last night John & I were late &
the Coopmans - with whom we lunched - to somebody
else's feat. I cannot remember his name. Most
of the time was spent listening - reluctantly but
politely - to somebody else who's name I missed
recording what can only be described as C. chapters
of his novel. It is too sophisticated, he told us,
for ordinary publishers - most of whom have re-
jected it. Happily a bottle of Italian vermouth
was at my elbow & my host sufficiently thought-
ful to encourage me to refill my glass, more than
once. Even so - I sometimes wonder why I bother
to leave my books, my bed.

I heard from somebody yesterday, that Sir
Osbert is very unwell indeed - He rose from bed
to visit Black Eyes & Lemonade recently, however.

LATER
As you perhaps gather from the handwriting
the last paragraph above was written in the train. I
am now in Lyons having tea, having just left the
S.E.A. Miss Chick has offered me a lecture at
Chelmsford on 5th Oct. Unfortunately she has

68426364 - not-logged-in-36ad90bb1b5879680065

3Sept 1951

Dearest Sylvia

This morning I have prepared tomorrow's Turner lecture and was sitting on Pelverlheath station, vaiting for the train to [/unclear], at 6, my father & I are going to the South , it is a warm sunny day not sudden chilly jabs of wind every now and again. I hope you are now spared the musical TINGS in the ball of the Rectory.
The won I met yesterday was useless but I have 2 more yet to see, one film, on publicity in general. Last night & I were - with - to somebody else's feat. I cannot remember his name, half of the time was spent listening reluctantly but / to somebody else who's name I what one he describes as G. clapton of his novel. It is too sophisticated, he us, ordinary publishers / most of him jested it. Having a bottle of was of my & my heart sufficient thoughtful to encourage me to refill my glass, more than once. Even so, I sometimes wonder was I to leave my boats, my led.

I heard, from somebody yesterday, that is very unwell indeed. He to visit Beach Eyes & recently, .

LATER

As you can perhaps gather from the handwriting the last paragraph was written with the I am now in tea, just left the S.E.A. min which was offered me a lecture at on 5th Oct. Unfortunately she has

WINNER - 68879576 - JanetCormack

3 Sept 1951
Dearest Sylvia
This morning I have prepared tomorrow's Turner lecture and am sitting on Blackheath Station, waiting for the train to town where, at 6, my father & I are going to the South Bank. It is a warm sunny day tho' not without sudden chilly jabs of wind every now and again. I hope you are now spared the musical TINGS in the hall of the Rectory.
The film man I met yesterday was useless but I have 2 more contacts yet to see, one films, one publicity in general. Last night John & I were taken by the Coopmans - with whom we lunched - to somebody else's feat. I cannot remember his name. Most of the time was spent listening - reluctantly but politely to someone else who's name I missed reading what only can be described as 6 chapters of his novel. It is too sophisticated, he told us, for ordinary publishers - most of whom have rejected it. Happily a bottle of Italian vermouth was at my elbow & my host sufficiently thoughtful to encourage me to refill my glass, more than once. Even so, I sometimes wonder why I bother to leave my books, my bed.
I heard, from somebody, yesterday that Sir Osbert is very unwell indeed. He rose from bed to visit Black Eyes & Lemonade recently, however.
LATER
As you can perhaps gather from the handwriting the last paragraph above was written in the train. I am now in Lyons having tea, having just left the S.E.A Miss Chick has offered me a lecture at Chelmsford on 5th Oct. Unfortunately she has

71137062 - the3esses

3 Sept 1951
Dearest Sylvia
This morning I have prepared tomorrows' Turner lecture and am sitting on Blackheath station waiting for the train town where, at 6, my father & I are going to the South Bank. It is a warm sunny day tho' not without sudden chilly jabs of wind every now and again. I hope you are now spared the musical TINGS in the hall of the Rectory.
The film man I met yesterday was useless but I have 2 more contacts yet to see, one film, one publicity in general. Last night John & I were taken & the Cooparans - with whom we lunched - to somebody elses feat. I cannot remember his name. Most of the time was spent listening - reluctantly but politely - to somebody else who's name I missed reading what can only be described as 6 chapters of his novel. It is too sophisticated, he told us, for ordinary publishers - most of whom have rejected it. Happily a bottle of Italian Vermouth was at my elbow & my host sufficiently thoughtful to encourage me to refill my glass, more than once. Even so I sometimes wonder why I bother to leave my books, my bed.
I heard from somebody yesterday, that Sis Osbert is very unwell indeed. He now from bed to visit Black Eyes & lemonade recently however.
LATER
As you can perhaps gather from the handwriting the last paragraph above was written in the train. I am now in Lyons having tea, having just left the S.E.A. Miss Chick has offered me a lecture at Chelmsford on 5th Oct. Unfortunately she has

71231186 - ChaoticK

3 Sept 1951
Dearest Sylvia
This morning I have prepared tomorrow's Turner lec-ture and am sitting on Blackleath station, waiting for the train to town where, at 6, my father & I are going to the South Bank. It is a warm sunny day its not without sudden chilly jabs of wind every now and again. I hope you are now spared the musical TINGS in the hall of the Rectory.

The film man I met yesterday was useless but I have 2 more contacts yet to see, one films, one publi-city in general. Last night Saln & I were late & the Cooperams - with whom we lunched - to somebody else's feat. I cannot remember his name. Most of the time was spent listening - reluctantly but politely - to somebody else who's name I missed recording what can only be described as 6 chapters of his novel. It is too sophisticated, he told us, for ordinary publishers - most of whom have re-jected it. Happilya bottle of Italian vermouth was at my elbow & my host sufficiently thought-ful to encourage me to refill my glass, more than once. Even so - I sometimes wonder why I bother to lecture my books, my lad.

I heard from somebody yesterday, that Sis Orbert is very unwell indeed. He rose from bed to visit Black Eyes & Lemonade recently, however.

LATER

As you can perhaps gather from the handwriting the last paragraph was written on the train. I am now in Lyon's Voning tea, Voning just left the S.E.A. Miss Chick has offered me a lecture at Chelmingford on 5th Oct. Unfortunately she has

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