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[[preprinted]] Memoranda [[/preprinted]] the remaining half will just whiz. I'm not so awfully keen on going home today, but when the time does come it'll be a dreary sail to Naples. There'll be something to see on the Continent, and then another dreary week on the Atlantic. By gum, but when you ^[[really]] come to think of it, we're a hell of a way from the pie-belt, out here. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]]Memoranda[[/preprinted]] [[no entries]]