Brev till Brenda Salkeld, odaterat men förmodligen tidig september 1934, märkt ”Wed. night”.
This age makes me so sick that sometimes I am almost impelled to stop at a corner and start calling down curses from Heaven like Jeremiah or Ezra or somebody — ”Woe upon thee, O Israel, for thy adulteries with the Egyptians” etc etc.
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