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and now [[strikethrough]] I [[/strikethrough]] a can of sardines; some biscuits and a bottle of beer. - Better than the best of suppers. Sundown, flags down, it gets dark. Camp fires are [[strikethrough]] lill [[/strikethrough]] lit near by. Young couples, lovers in the first extasy of life. nature = the woods - yes this is [[underlined in red]] Arcadia [[/underlined in red]] but not for you.  - You are too old [[/underlined in red]] you had your chance once but you can still admire the picture.
The bell strikes eight then two then four . a calm cool, bright starlit night and nearby the rushing noise of the waterfalls. How [[underlined in red]] quiet and simple and clean this little boat of mine is: [[/underlined in red]] What a contrast with all the humdrum
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and [[underlined in red]] complications of our [[strikethrough]] at [[/strikethrough]] artificial life and all the [[/underlined in red]] complications that go with it!
July 30. Up early. Simple breakfast of two pears and crackers and water. Trouble in starting engine and battery too weak to use self starter. So I went out in little rowboat to Alpine to telephone to [[underlined in red]] Albert to come and help us. [[/underlined in red]] When he arrived at Mount St. Vincent. my sailor [[strikethrough]] was ahe [[/strikethrough]] had succeeded in running the engine. We then went thru [[underlined in red]] Hell Gate in Sound [[/underlined in red]] with wind and anchored in [[underlined in red]] Manhassett Bay. [[/underlined in red]] Latter surrounded with Yachts and motor boats of every description. [[underlined in red]] Noisy and crowded spot. [[/underlined in red]]  Feel tired and have tooth ache and headache, and feel small enthusiasm for the whole thing but we shall stay here till tomorrow