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- 72038128 - the3esses
- 72050932 - Preacher357
- 72177187 - Molly_Carr
- 72443622 - racjohn
- 72492731 - jesseytucker
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72038128 - the3esses
Blackheath19th July
Dearest Sylvia:
How are you? I do hope that you are not anxious or exasperated with either the Woods or Michael? I thought of you yesterday with the Woods returning. I hope that M and they get on smoothly together. Let me have all the news. Is M making a good Christ? I am sure it is just the role for him, in his recent mood of suffering. And Rye? Have you got there yet?
I have finished Angus Wilson, and I must say I adored it. I don't agree with the Woods that the end compromised but I don't think it a very good ending either. I feel that he had to wind things up somehow and though some of the last two chapters was good I felt it less vivid than the rest of the book. But, as I say, I loved it.
The rehearsal of Frank Cordell's Mr Music programme was very interesting, as he corrected the orchestra, as the announcer fitted his words in,
as the microphones had to be shifted to get a proper balance, and so on. After 3 hours of this I heard the programme in a listening room near the studio in Aeolian Hall. Also I met some of the people I was supposed to meet in connection with future BBC work. I am going to finish The Travel Agent by next Sunday, give it to Frank, and his is taking it with him to Jugoslavia (where they are all going on holiday for a month) to write the music. It should be ready by September.
I am getting my lectures ready, rather slowly but I am quite pleased with all the new material on unfamiliar artists I am gathering.
I have written a poem called Lessons which I enclose. On the basis of a few science-fiction cliches I have tried to define, in the thinnest, remote, and colloquial terms Spengler's idea of Faustian Man: you remember, forces rather bodies, function instead of being. We read it in the Social Philosophies of an Age of Crisis book while you painted your Conway Hills. (How I like that picture, by the way. I think it is a good idea to put it in Rye.)
My father's holiday began, without my realising it, and he and mother are having a few days at Worthing. They will be back in a day or so, and I shall give mother your picture then. I can have it here for a day or two longer and I must say it is a pleasure to look at it.
I must get some lunch and read three books on Watts.
Loot after your dear self and remember you have all my love,
Love you,
Lawrence
72050932 - Preacher357
19 July Blackheath Dearest Sylvia:How are you? I do hope that you are not anxious or
exasperated with either the Woods or Michael? I thought
of you yesterday with the Woods returning. I hope that
M. and they get on smoothly together. Let me have all the
news. Is M. making a good Christ? I am sure it is just
the role for him, in his recent mood of suffering. And
Rye? Have you got there yet?
I have finished Angus Wilson, and I must say I adored it.
I don't agree with the Woods that the end compromises but
I don't think it a very good ending either. I feel that
he had to wind things up somehow and though some of the
last two chapters was good I felt it less vivid than the
rest of the book. But, as I say, I loved it.
The rehearsal of Frank Cordell's Mr Music programme was
very interesting, as he corrected the orchestra, as the
announcer fitted his words in, as the microphones had to
be shifted to get a proper balance, and so on. After 3
hours of this I heard the programme in a listening room
near the studio in Aeolian Hall. Also I met some of the
people I was supposed to meet in connection with future
BBC work. I am going to finish The Travel Agent by next
Sunday, give it to Frank, and he is taking it with him to
Jugoslavia (where they are all going on holiday for a month
to write the music. It should be all ready by September.
I am getting my lectures ready, rather slowly but I am
quite pleased with all the new material on unfamiliar art-
ists I am gathering.
I have written a poem called Lessons which I enclose. On
the basis of a few science-fiction cliches I have tried to
define, in a thinnest, remote, and colloquial terms Sp-
angler's idea of Faustian Man: you remember forces rather
bodies, function instead of being. We read it in the
Social Philosophies of an Age of Crisis book while you
painted your Conway Hills. (How I like that picture, by
the way. I think it is a good idea to put it in Rye.)
My father's holiday began, without my realising it, and he
and mother are having a few days at Worthing. They will
be back in a day or so, and I shall give mother your pic-
ture then. I can have it here for a day or two longer
and I must say it is a pleasure to look at it.
I must get some lunch and read three books on Watts.
Look after your dear self and remember you have all my love.
I love you
Lawrence
72177187 - Molly_Carr
Blackheath19 July
Dearest Sylvia:
How are you? I do hope that you are not anxious or exsperated with either the Woods or Michael? I thought of you yesterday with the Woods returning. I hope that M and they get on smoothly together. Let me have all the news. Is M making a good Christ? I am sure it is just the role for him, in his recent mood of suffering. And Ryo? Have you got there yet?
I have finished Angus Wilson, and I must say i adore it. I don't agree with the Woods that the end compromises but I don't think it a very good ending either. I feel that he had to wind things up somehow and though some of the last two chapters was good I felt it less vivid then the rest of the book. But, as i say, I loved it.
The rehearsal of Frank Cordell's Mr Music programme was very interesting, as he corrected the orchestra, as the announcer fitted his words in, as the microphones had to be shifted to get a proper balance, and so on. After 3 hours of this I heard the programme in a listening room near the studio in Aeolian Hall. Also I met some of the people I was supposed to meet in connection with future BBC work. I am going to finish The Travel Agent by next Sunday, give it to Frank, and he is taking it with him to Joguslavia (where they are all going on holiday for a moth) to write the music. It should be all ready by September.
I am getting my lectures ready, rather slowly but I am quite pleased with all the new material on unfamiliar artists I am gathering.
I have written a poem called Lessons which I enclose. On the basis of a few science-fiction cliches I have tried to define, in the thinnest, remote, and colloquial terms Spengler's idea of Faustian Man: you remember, forces rather bodies, function instead of bering. We read it in the Social Philosophies of an Age of crisis book while you painted your Conway Hills. (How I like that picture, by the way. I think it is a good idea to put it in Rye.)
My father's holiday began, without my realising it, and he and mother are having a few days at Worthing. They will be bcak in a day or o, and I shall give mother your picture then. I can have it here for a day or two longer and I must say it is a pleasure to look at it.
I must get some lunch and read three books on Watts.
Look after your dear self and remember you have all my love,
love you
Lawrence
72443622 - racjohn
Blackheath19 July
Dearest Sylvia:
How are you? I do hope that you are not anxious or
exasperated with either the Woods or Michael? I thought
of you yesterday with the Woods returning. I hope that
M and they get on smoothly together. Let me have all the
news. Is M making a good Christ? I am sure it is just
the role for him, in this recent mood of suffering. and
Rye? Have you got there yet?
I have finished Angus Wilson, and I must say I adored it.
I don't agree with the Woods that the end compromises but
I don't think it a very good ending either. I feel that
he had to wind things up somehow and though some of the
last two chapters was good I felt is less vivid than the
rest of the book. But, as I say, I loved it.
The rehearsal of Frank Cordells's Mr Music programme was
very interesting, as he corrected the orchestra, as the
announcer fitted his words in, as the microphones had to
be shifted to get a proper balance, and so on. After 3
hours of this I heard the programme in a listening room
near the studio in Aeolian Hall. also I met some of the
people I was supposed to meet in connection with future
BBC work. I am going to finish The Travel Agent by next
Sunday, give it to Frank, and he is taking it with him to
Yugoslavia (where they are all going on holiday for a month)
to write the music. It should be all ready by September.
I am getting my lectures ready, rather slowly but I am
quite pleased with all the new material on unfamiliar art-
ists I am gathering.
I have written a poem called Lessons which I enclose. On
the basis of a few science-fiction cliches I have tried to
define, in the thinnest, remote, and colloquial terms Sp-
engler's idea of Faustian Man: you remember, forces rather
bodies, function instead of being. We read it in the Social Philosophies of an Age Crisis book while you painted your Conway Hills. (How I like that picture, by
the way. I think it is a good idea to put it in Rye.)
My father's holiday began, without my realising it, and he
and mother are having a few days at Worthing. They will
be back in a day or so, and I shall give mother your pic-
ture than. I can have it here for a day or two longer
and I must say it is a pleasure to look at it.
I must get some lunch and read three books on Watts.
Look after you dear self and remember you have all my love,
Love you
Lawrence
72492731 - jesseytucker
Blackheath19 July
Dearest Sylvia:
How are you? I do hope that you are not anxious or
exasperated with either the Woods or Michael? I thought
of you yesterday with the Woods returning. I hope that
M and they get on smoothly together. Let me have all the
news. Is M making a good Christ? I am sure it is just
the role for him, in his recent mood of suffering. And
Rye? Have you got there yet?
I have finished Angus Wilson, and I must say I adored it.
I don't agree with the Woods that the end compormises but
I don't think it a very good ending either. I feel that
he had to wind things up somehow and though some of the
last two chapters was good I felt it less vivid than the
rest of the book. But, as I say, I loved it.
The rehearsal of Frank Cordell's Mr. Music programme was
very interesting, as he corrected the orchestra, as the
announcer fitted his words in, as the microphones had to
be shifted to get a proper balance, and so on. After 3
hours of this I heard the programme in a listening room
near the studio in Aeolian Hall. Also I met some of the
people I was supposed to meet in connection with future
BBC work. I am going to finish The Travel Agent by next
Sunday, give it to Frank, and he is taking it with him to
Jugoslavia (where they are all going on holiday for a month)
to write the music. It should be all ready by September.
I am getting my lectures ready, rather slowly but I am
quite pleased with all the new material on unfamiliar art-
ists I am gathering.
I have written a poem called Lessons which I enclose. On
the basis of a few science-fiction cliches I have tried to
define, in the thinnest, remote, and colloquial terms Sp-
engler's idea of Faustian Man: you remember, forces rather
bodies, function instead of being. We read it in the
Social Philosophies of an Age of Orisis book while you
painted your Conway Hills. (How I like that picture, by
the say. I think it is a good idea to put it in Rye.)
My father's holiday began, without my realising it, and he
and mother are having a few days at Worthing. They will
be back in a day or so, and I shall give mother your pic-
ture then. I can have it here for a day or two longer
and I must say t is a pleasure to look at it.
I must get some lunch and read three books on Watts.
Look after your dear self and remember you have all my love,
I love you.
Lawrence
WINNER - 72526323 - Zooniverse2017
Blackheath19 July
Dearest Sylvia:
How are you? I do hope that you are not anxious or
exasperated with either the Woods or Michael? I thought
of you yesterday with the Woods returning. I hope that
M and they get on smoothly together. Let me have all the
news. Is M making a good Christ? I am sure it is just
the role for him, in his recent mood of suffering. And
Rye? Have you get there yet?
I have finished Angus Wilson and I must say I adored it.
I don't agree with the Woods that the end compromises but
I don't think it a very good ending either. I feel that
he had to wind things up somehow and though some of the
last two chapters was good I felt it less vivid than the
rest of the book. But, as I say, I loved it.
The rehearsal of Frank Cordell's Mr. Music programme was
very interesting, as he corrected the orchestra, as the
announcer fitted his words in, as the microphones had to
be shifted to get a proper balance, and so on. After 3
hours of this I heard the programme in a listening room
near the studio in Aeolian Hall. Also I met some of the
people I was supposed to meet in connection with future
BBC work. I am going to finish The Travel Agent by next
Sunday, give it to Frank, and he is taking it with him to
Jugoslavia (where they are all going on holiday for a month)
to write the music. It should be all ready by September.
I am getting my lectures ready, rather slowly but I am
quite pleased with all the new material on unfamiliar art-
ists I am gathering.
I have written a poem called Lessons which I enclose. On
the basis of a few science-fiction cliches I have tried to
define, in the thinnest, remote, and colloquial terms Sp-
engler's idea of Faustian Man: you remember, forces rather
bodies, function instead of being. We read it in the
Social Philosophies of an Age of Crisis book while you
painted your Conway Hills. (How I like that picture, by
the way. I think it is a good idea to put it in Rye.)
My father's holiday began, without my realising it, and he
and mother are having a few days at Worthing. They will
be back in a day or so, and I shall give mother your pic-
ture then. I can have it here for a day or two longer
and I must say it is a pleasure to look at it.
I must get some lunch and read three books on Watts.
Look after your dear self and remember you have all my love,
Love you
Lawrence