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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 [[end page]] [[start page]] P.S. Mr. Whistlers comments on the death of Henley is for you only - CLF [[preprinted]] TELEGRAPHIC ADDRESS, CHATAIGNE, LONDON. TELEPHONE No 1719 GERARD. THE COBURG HOTEL, CARLOS PLACE, GROSVENOR SQUARE. W. [[preprinted]] 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