Of course . tually, on tairs, in treet, encame face-to-face; but s quite to see me. S darkglasses, sial good taste in ter t made   ograpress, except t it imeto be either.

    Noside our neiging relativetook me to quot;21,quot; and t a superior table, surrounded by four men, none oft all of tercly, idly,publicly combing , by example,a dampener, on tement I felt over dining at so s, deep in t of my room sent me out into treets. Io Fifty-first Street, ore in its s and bamboo rooms yearning to be filled alkative parrots. But ty dollars. On ticed a cab-driver cro of P. J. Clarks saloon, apparently attracted tralian army officers baritoning, quot;altzing Matilda.quot; As took turns spin-dancing a girl over tly, to be sure, floated round in t as a scarf.

    But if Miss Goligence, except as a doorbellconvenience, I became, ty on ras outside  ed of tabloids and travel folders and astrological cs; t seric cigarette called Picayunes; survived on cottage coast; t  self-induced. t evident t sters by torn intostrips like bookmarks. I used occasionally to pluck myself a bookmark in passing.

    Remember and miss you and rain and please e and damn and goddamn  recurred most often on those, and lonesome and love.

    Also, s and sar. On days , a red tiger-striped tom, sit outon tar ly by my oo. Sang in tones of a boys adolescent voice. Ss, Cole Porter and Kurt eill; especially s summer and everysunes  smacked ofpiney: Dont   ravelin tures of to gratify , for often sinued it l