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May 20, 1951.

Dear Jack -

 Thank you for your contribution to the Blake - must - Go Funds - I am still proceeding cautiously with my plans for the big bang-up, always mindful that the penalty for failure is another year here (half the original time) and Dixie bracelets for my ankles - But it looks pretty good - One of the trusties took off for the wild blue yonder last night, the joint is buzzing, and again I must give them time to simmer down.
 The initial shocks of the horrific labor they pile on you here has worn off somewhat, and eight months of it has hardened me considerably, but I still tumble into my

bunk pretty well dead-beat at night - And after lights-out in the dormitory the brutal and vicious sex practises make any games I may have played with the Merry Androgynes of East Division Street seem pale and restful indeed. When I get out of this, I swear I shall be ascetic as Grandma Moses - nothing else could have purged me of my aberrations so violently and thoroughly. I'm turning in my beanie, and the sorority will see me no more

 Sorry to hear of the obtuseness of your publishers - The Rosewood Casket: A Garland of Rue and Lavender is a provocative title, and I should have imagined it would sell.
 Have your read Love In a Cold Climate by Nancy Mitford? It's been our for some time, over a year, I guess, and is lightly malicious high comedy. One of the most entertaining things               (over)