we are all pleased, i am sure, to note that robert today took possession of his luxurious suite at somerset heights----plants and two rocking chairs already on the veranda, so he can start spacing out on the skyline----much painting and what not before full occupation of the premises is accomplished in two or three weeks----pictures anon
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Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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