#55

Fulminate on freedom, no. Tell us - not in writing - where you read. Western trains and all that. Colonial habitude. Not boys but fathers, boys. A stone-walled one-room flat, where they came and sat to hear your noise. Value happens to you, Greg. Like a contract, weekly, in writing. Return. The Jigbat arbiter: friend. Patern's accidents, a would-be language learned. And then? When your work has worked itself like magic... Hear! Hear! I am all askance and honey-tongued. Perhaps not discipline, but love.