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[1949] The NEW YORKER No. 25 WEST 43rd STREET EDITORIAL OFFICES BRYANT 9-8200 Sunday Evening. 1030. I'm at office, did some more devoloping and printing. Bathroom is a mess, full of trays, acids, red light, I'm very excited. Now I have to wait 20 minutes for some film to get read. I made some enlargement of pictures of yours and of mine (I'll send you one when it'll be dry, tomorrow) Today took Rossins to lunch, gave them steak and wine, felt like hell, never no more, silly to have sense of guilt about other people (I realized that only sense of guilt that has any meaning is toward people we have estime and respect for; toward people we despise we have only fear.