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Dear Doris,
This being lunch time, I will take a few minutes showing you how this machine doesn't work and how it doesn't spell and how it drives me crazy.
I don't know whether I told you when you called a couple of weeks ago, that I have bought a mess pottage in this here govt job...but that is what it amounts to and sometimes I wonder if the extra money is worth the compromise with intelligence. I have to rationalize it as a temporary stop gap, and maybe make a stab at something better, or at least more demanding of brain and energy than this. This consists of copying all day long, scraps of this and that, sometimes long specifications, sometimes short lists of figures, etc., but all anonymous as to destination. Even the old timers don't really know what different numbers of required copies are for; viz: 6 copies, 12 copies, 3 copies, 2 copes. They just do them and never ask any question. They are not even fussy about spelling.
Lest this sound too much like a crank letter, let us turn to pleasanter things: we are finally in our 6 room flat, with a bathtub. We like it very much indeed, for now we can have out and in use the many things that used to have to berotated [[be rotated]] in use, and packed between seasons. I like my things out where I can see them and enjoy them. We had a sort of housewarming on L Saturday night, our second day there. The owner of the ppty [[property]], Miss Mae White, and her hare lip, deaf sister (a sweet, much imposed upon soul) kindly supplemented our two chairs which others to the number of 6, and lent us her kitchen table which we used as a buffet. The menu consisted of turkey soup (do menus "consist" by the way, or do they comprise, or do they contain?)