Letter from Rosemary Arnold (29 July 1953): Difference between revisions
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I should have liked to spend the holyday in Pickering, but I was in a filthy state of mind ad didn’t dare impose my company on anyone but strangers. July was hurricane weather with me! I suppose the full impact of this last year hit me all at once – complete emotional and physical exhaustion, plus family troubles, plus a host of nasty chores such as oceans of filing which I had put off all year, moving furniture, wardrobe rehabilitation etc., plus something wrong with me inside (…) – and to top of it all, a devastating 5-day love affair which will provide hilarious material for my memoirs but which knocked me sense of humor sadly out of joint for a while | I should have liked to spend the holyday in Pickering, but I was in a filthy state of mind ad didn’t dare impose my company on anyone but strangers. July was hurricane weather with me! I suppose the full impact of this last year hit me all at once – complete emotional and physical exhaustion, plus family troubles, plus a host of nasty chores such as oceans of filing which I had put off all year, moving furniture, wardrobe rehabilitation etc., plus something wrong with me inside (…) – and to top of it all, a devastating 5-day love affair which will provide hilarious material for my memoirs but which knocked me sense of humor sadly out of joint for a while {{Page |n°=129}}. | ||
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'''KPA''': 49/01 | '''KPA''': [[49/01]], 128-129 | ||
Latest revision as of 02:13, 15 August 2017
[…] I should have liked to spend the holyday in Pickering, but I was in a filthy state of mind ad didn’t dare impose my company on anyone but strangers. July was hurricane weather with me! I suppose the full impact of this last year hit me all at once – complete emotional and physical exhaustion, plus family troubles, plus a host of nasty chores such as oceans of filing which I had put off all year, moving furniture, wardrobe rehabilitation etc., plus something wrong with me inside (…) – and to top of it all, a devastating 5-day love affair which will provide hilarious material for my memoirs but which knocked me sense of humor sadly out of joint for a while [129].
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KPA: 49/01, 128-129