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Love is that old poem, the warmth of thought reflecting want, of waiting for her or his return, of mother and of brother and of church or steeple or clean dry roof and ample table and dog still able to go woof.

I get about a hundred words per pencil on yellow paper several words to a page done basically by feel. Not many people can read or translate my writing, it is good for the mind, mine but it is hard on their nerves.

THURBER

PS:  Thelma I am running out of Chesterfields before noon. Please replenish ASAP