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a little nuts on that, myself with them. We rather centered all feeling in sex. | a little nuts on that, myself with them. We rather centered all feeling in sex. | ||
We got | We got insults , did a kind of work , I dare say, I know I have done a few beautiful tales. | ||
You see there was the easier times of the Puritans. You, Charles and Kath know about that. | You see there was the easier times of the Puritans. You, Charles and Kath know about that. | ||
Just because they had power they were overplayed, given | Just because they had power they were overplayed, given a position of too much importance. | ||
Their | Their power over the residual men is really gone, I think | ||
We have got new people | We have got new people growing up who will never know the inhibitions against which we fought. | ||
You see I am like the painter who having gone to color and then to color and then to color turns suddenly to | You see I am like the painter who having gone to color and then to color and then to color turns suddenly | ||
again to live - the thing Charles spoke of in his letter. |
Latest revision as of 18:54, 9 July 2022
2 a little nuts on that, myself with them. We rather centered all feeling in sex.
We got insults , did a kind of work , I dare say, I know I have done a few beautiful tales. You see there was the easier times of the Puritans. You, Charles and Kath know about that.
Just because they had power they were overplayed, given a position of too much importance.
Their power over the residual men is really gone, I think
We have got new people growing up who will never know the inhibitions against which we fought.
You see I am like the painter who having gone to color and then to color and then to color turns suddenly
again to live - the thing Charles spoke of in his letter.