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March 13 Dear folks, It's been a fair and not-so-cold week-end. Outings consisted of waiting for about an hour in the square for a bus to Bill Sat, & runs across the quad for 2 laundry sessions today: which seemed real exercise, especially since I had to lug 3 albums of records to [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] Bill (taken out of our record library: nice tho' old 17thC English madrigals). I did some study Sat afternoon & eve. They are most utterly different people: [[strikethrough]] He [[/strikethrough]] quiet & quilled (by Harry, whenever he makes a bad assertion, which he keeps on trying to do) but essentially happy Horhay; the unquenchable flame of life [[?Leeg]], who is a sort of master of ceremonies (Harry's description didn't faze him: "When we were in Adams House do you remember the horrible meals we had? You know how I used to spot the [[?Leeg]]? As all the rest of us would go down the cafeteria line groaning at the slop, there would be one bright and shining face ---"); Harry, still with his gloomy, [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] uncomplaining outlook, sympathetic & cynical; and Bill, [[strikethrough]] someti [[/strikethrough]] always close-contained, but with more mastery than any in living, the final authority on [[strikethrough]] many [[/strikethrough]] most things. Amazing how well they get on. Being a regular visitor [[strikethrough]] is f [[/strikethrough]] is most enthralling. Very weary - have been working all day on history: which is nothing but grind at the speed I go: the reading is what Bacon would advise one to swallow without chewing, so all you can do is wash it down with as much water as possible, [[strikethrough]] in, [[/strikethrough]] go at a terrific speed. Next 2 weeks will be something: report on Hardy (the 1 report of term: & he horrible past) due March 22; history hour exam March 21; Ec exam March 24; a tutorial as usual, which takes much time, both weeks. So no leg-up. Only try to keep going. We'll be having orchestra rehearsals, tremendous affairs, that week too! No exist. Pants fine. Love, Doris