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- 66944481 - smurray38
- 67074911 - nat1116
- WINNER - 67405883 - not-logged-in-9550bd1d342b63726e05
- 67470177 - ethomson
- 68135643 - hoskinml
- 68300952 - Psalm
66944481 - smurray38
4 December 1951My dearest Sylvia -
I am very sad that you should be so anxious. It is true your latest letters are more cheerful, but you must not worry so much. I know what the trouble is - you are living alone: I remember a magazine headline once, beside a photograph of a beautiful girl: "She lives alone & loathes it." I fear you may find my rationalism & optimism superficial but I do think you exaggerate. Once I have succeeded in getting a job things will be much easier - or, perhaps in your present mood you fear this is the equivalent of Billy Bunter's postal-order. I assure you I feel very seriously about the matter: you are not the only one who cannot sleep. I can only sleep when I am tired out - otherwise I am fearfully restless & wakeful. When we meet I am sure you will feel better - I know I shall. I did not receive your letter until I returned in the evening to Blackheath & I could not even then put the light out until I had written the following poem:
67074911 - nat1116
4 December 1951My dearest Sylvia,
I am very sad that you should be so anxious.IC in time your latest letters are more fearful, but you must not worry so much, I know what ie trouble is - you are every alone: I remember a magazine headline once, ? a radiograys of a beautiful girl: 'see line alone and loatle, it'. I fear you may find my nationalism & optimism unjudicial and I do think you are ogerate. Once I have succeeded in getting job things will be much easier - or, perhaps in your present mood you jeo this ???. Billy Bunter's postal order. I assure you I feel very serious about the matter: you are not the only one who cannot sleep. I can only sleep when I am tirelant - atteriel I am fearfully, restless ? wareful. When we meet I am sure you will feel better - I know I shall. I did not receive your letter until I retained in the evening in Blade -heats I could not even put it bger our until I had written it following rain:
WINNER - 67405883 - not-logged-in-9550bd1d342b63726e05
4 December 1951My dearest Sylvia -
I am very sad that you should be so anxious. It is true your latest letters are more cheerful, but you must not worry so much. i know what the trouble is - you are living alone: I remember a magazine headline once, beside a photograph of a beautiful girl: 'She lives alone & loathes it'. I fear you may find my rationalism & optimism superficial but I do think you ex-
agerate. Once I have succeeded in getting a job things will be much easier - or, perhaps in your present mood you fear this is the equiv-
alent of Billy Bunter's postal-order. I as-
sure you I feel very seriously about the matter - you are not the only one who cannot sleep. I can only sleep when I am tired out - otherwise I am fearfully restless & wakeful. When we meet I am sure you will feel better - I know I shall. I did not receive your let-
ter until I returned in the evening to Black-
heath & I could not even put the light out until I had written the following poem:
67470177 - ethomson
4 December 1951My dearest Sylvia -
I am very sad that you should be so anxious. It
is true your latest letters are more cheerful, but
you must not worry so much. I know what the
trouble is - you are living alone: I remember
a magazine headline once, beside a photograph
of a beautiful girl: 'She lives alone & loathes
it.' I fear you may find my rationalism &
optimism superficial but I do think you ex-
aggerate. Once I have succeeded in getting
a job things will be much easier - or, perhaps
in your present mood you fear this is the equiv-
alent of Billy Bunter's postal-order. I as-
sure you I feel very seriously about the
matter: you are not the only one who cannot
sleep. I can only sleep when I am tired out -
otherwise I am fearfully restless & wakeful.
When we meet I am sure you will feel better -
I know I shall. I did not receive you let-
ter until I returned in the evening to Black-
heath & I could not even put the light out
until I had written the following poem:
68135643 - hoskinml
4 December 1951My dearest Sylvia -
I am very sad that you should be so anxious. It is true your latest letters are more cheerful, but you must not worry so much. I know what the trouble is - you are living alone : I remember a magazine headline once, beside a photograph of a beautiful girl: 'She lives alone & loathes it'. I fear you may find my rationalism & optimism superficial but I do think you ex-agerate. Once I have succeeded in getting a job things will be much easier - or, perhaps in your present mood you fear this is the equiv-alent of Billy Bunter's postal-order. I as-sure you I feel very seriously about the matter: you are not the only one ho cannot sleep. I can only sleep when I am tired out - otherwise I am fearfully restless & wakeful. when we meet I am sure you will feel better - I know I shall. I did not receive your let-ter until I returned in the evening to Black-hearth & I could not even put the light out until I had written the following poem:
68300952 - Psalm
S.E.A THE SOCIETY FOR EDUCATION IN ART 29 TAVISTOCK SQUARE LONDON WC 1 4 December 1951 My dearest Sylvia - I am very sad that you should be so anxious. It is true your latest letters are more cheerful, but you must not worry so much. I know what the trouble is - you are living alone : beside a photograph of a beautiful girl : 'she lives alone & loathes it'. I fear you may find my rationalism & optimism superficial but I do think you ecagerate. Once I have succeeded in getting a job things will be much easier - or perhaps in your present mood you fear this is an equivalent of Billy Bunter's postal order. I assure you I feel very seriously about the matter ; you are not the only one who cannot sleep. I can only sleep when I am tired out - otherwise I am fearfully restless & wakeful. when we meet I am sure you will feel better - I know I shall. I did not receive your letters until I returned in the evening to Blackheath & I could not even put the agar out until I had written the following poem ;