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Dear Hedda, Today is Sunday.  It snowed again last night.  I made a fire, I still have to stay at home and take medicine but I feel well.  I shaved today and that is suppose to make me feel better (I don't, house full of smoke, radio plays Wagner, friend of my father from BUC. wrote me go see my rich brother Riverside Dr. tell him shame on you to let your brother starve, Tucci telephones sad voice old gags - I probably need some fresh air, I been too long inside no air. Anyway it's a sad and stupid world you are the only good thing in it.  I'll write you some more when I'll feel better I love you very much.
Love Saul

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