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2. state of nightmare.

    I'm sorry about Arno Bontemps.  Always, with death of one dear, the living endure the shock of loss.
    Wish you could come to N.Y. - Tho this city, as someone disintegrating, seems to be falling apart.
    Again, dear Jack, good luck!  And thanks again - and love to Gladys and you.

Henrietta