What advantage would someone have over me who knew a direct route from blue to yellow?

[sovay]

All right. I failed my Wittgenstein save. Let's try this again.

(I seem to have agreed to invent a Wittgenstein drink, although all I know is about it is that it must contain a maraschino cherry in honor of Carmen Miranda and cannot contain anything in honor of all the instant coffee he used to drink. I must research.)

c/o Rhees
96 Bryn Rd.
Swansea
8.9.45

Dear Norman,

You're terrific!—Thanks a lot for the mags. It's nice getting a parcel from you, not only because of its contents.

The one way in which the ending of Lend-Lease really hits me is by producing a shortage of detective mags in this country. I can only hope Lord Keynes will make this quite clear in Washington. For I say: if the U.S.A. won't give us detective mags we can't give them philosophy, & so America will be the loser in the end. See?—I'm still in Swansea & enjoying my absence from Cambridge. My work isn't going well; partly because I've contracted some trouble with one of my kidneys. Nothing serious, but it makes me jumpy & bad tempered. (I've always got some excuse.)—The other day I read Johnson's 'Life of Pope' & liked it very much. As soon as I get to Cambridge I'm going to send you a little book 'Prayers & Meditations' by Johnson. You may not like it at all,—on the other hand you may. I do.

This is all for now. Most of this page & the next page I will leave free in case you want to make any notes. I hope to see you before very long! Good luck! Thanks again!

Affectionately,
Ludwig

. . . I am going to read my magazines.

Comments

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

....We'd have to find a way to draw it on the menu so that it could look, in another light, like a pheasant. (No reason. I just like the way "Pineapple! Pheasant!" scans.)

Have we catalogued the THSPs (Tiny Historical Shoulder Persons) at this point? I don't know if there's anyone to serve as balm to TRH, and I don't want to wish you T. A. M. T. to go with T. Witt, because I think that would be explosively combustive and your head is between your shoulders...

[sovay]

Have we catalogued the THSPs (Tiny Historical Shoulder Persons) at this point?

No; I think they're proliferating.

I don't know if there's anyone to serve as balm to TRH, and I don't want to wish you T. A. M. T. to go with T. Witt, because I think that would be explosively combustive and your head is between your shoulders...

Eh, I think I've had him since high school.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

I've been searching my brain for someone who could offset TRH's unique combination of depressive limpdickery and philandering; I think I might want Tiny RuPaul, but he's still alive and his little spike heels would start to hurt.

[sovay]

I've been searching my brain for someone who could offset TRH's unique combination of depressive limpdickery and philandering

Well, duh. Tiny Bryher.

[edit]

UNLESS I HAVE TO FIGHT YOU FOR HER FIRST.

—must remember they can bilocate—

READ THIS STUFF.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Holy schnikes, she could keep up with her girlfriend.

SHARESIES.

[sovay]

SHARESIES.

DEAL.

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

Wait, who's TRH? Because all I'm getting is Tiny Robert Howard, and I suspect his philandering was mostly imaginary.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Tiny Radclyffe Hall. With her well of loneliness!

(I am not a philanderer -- I am soundly legshackled and I went into it all awares -- but I am a moody old thing and my self-hatred is legion. And I am an invert. Which she was. Read her stuff. She'll tell ya! In depressing, depressing code.)