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SAGAPONACK
DAY IV

Phil, 
I can’t believe it, but here we go again. I had a little dream last night. Walking along somewhere and was talking with Shirley Wyse(the Brazilian girl who didn’t feel comfortable in her cramped Hollywood motel room + so accepted my kind invitation to share with me  my more ammenable suite in The Château Marmount, an invitation offered in the fruitless hope of beauty able to strike back at Valli in someway). Any way, she was
smiling & pretty & I was amazed to find myself happy to see her & quite relaxed. She asked me if I didn't notice something different (women always seem to ask me that & I (being an M.C.P.) always assume that they are asking about their appearance about a startling difference that only a blind man (me) would have failed to notice by the time they finally had to ask the questions. Naturally I am embarassed. Why am I called an artist if I am blind? Naturally, I am confused. Must it always be vanity & appearances? Am I missing and obvious & profound emotional, psychic change? Has she just proposed subtly some new ways about thinking & feeling & seeing & gaining access to