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Look at this. We got Ash
and Christabel's letters. Listen.
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"Dear Miss LaMotte:
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It was a great pleasure to talk to you
at dear Crabb-Robinson's party."
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"May I hope that you too
enjoyed our talk?"
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"And may I have the pleasure
of calling on you?"
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She says no.
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"But you may write."
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"Would you rather not have a letter,
however imperfect...
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... than a plate of cucumber sandwiches,
however exquisitely fine cut?"
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"You know you would, and so would I."
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"I was entranced and moved
by your portrait of your father."
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"I write nonsense."
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"If you write again, you shall
have an essay on what you will."
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"Yours to command, in some things."
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- "I was born...
- Christabel LaMotte.
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...in a small place too."
Not like this, not bare.
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A brilliant, dusty hutch of mysteries.
A cabinet of curiosities.
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What did my eyes first light on?
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I am a creature of my pen.
My pen is the best part of me.
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I send you now two more poems.
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I read your mythic tales of Maia and
found them both charming and sad.
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Your verse is rich
but the metaphor is richer.
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Dear Mr. Ash: I live circumscribed
and self-communing.