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only and that he is now all right. 

Life here is as delightful as ever.  The Gulf, the sea and the shore lines viewed from this little island retain all of their old time beauty and with greater intimacy seem to be if possible, even more charming. We swim and loaf along the beaches and under the cliffs at sunset. We climb the hills, inspect the old ruins, watch the clouds, see the flowers ripen and fall and give way to their successors. 

Occasionally have a glimpse of the dawn from between the pergola columns and once in a great while find time to think of the outside world which really seems so far away, and which but for our good friends there would almost disappear from memory.

There are a few splendid fellows and one corking woman living here. We gather together when in the mood and those of sufficient ambition talk of things intellectual and dream of things real. During the last two Sundays this little group has gathered at the Grotto Mitromania and worshipped in befitting way the old pagan god Mithras, with Tom as high priest. Great fun and really beautiful effects of color, music and the magnificent grotto high up the mountain side, with outlook to the bocca and the Sorrento hills.

However, fascinating as it all is, I much on Monday next, July 1st, turn my back upon it all. I shall first visit a few old Tuscan towns which I have never seen, then go to Venice for a peep at the exhibition, after which probably, Vienna

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