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in enjoying old mens dreams, I feel rather proud of our achievements, almost as proud as the boy who has just lost his virginity.

But enough of personality!

I must tell you of the death of Henley, the poet, of whose verses you are fond. You [[strikethrough]]must [[strikethrough]] remember.

"Let us be drunk!
"And for a while forget,"

as they used to be read occassionally, years ago, at 33 Ferry.
Tom, Wicked, Freddie, yourself and Big Bill, I am sure, will drop a 

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P.S. Mr. Whistlers comments on the death of Henley is for you only - CLF

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July 16th 1903

My Dear Cam,

If my personal ramblings had happened ten years ago, and if the log had then been faithfully kept, a true transcript of them taken today, would probably show a few ruby flashings along the route.

Tom's advances to the Spanish dancing girls would have, or, at least, might have been accompanied with some snap.

Colemans famous