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From: | Tilda Glass |
Subject: | [C questions] underlying |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 14:09:18 +0300 |
So perhaps the appendicitis story was
true.
If you dont derive profits, no royalty is due. This
gave him a certain detachment, the easy manner ofan onlooker and observer. Das nice,
for young folks to have some style.
McNair and Cottman were going on to Paris. It was
what everyonebelieved at the time, but I have since thought that I may have been
wrong.
I have recorded some of the outward events, but
Icannot record the feeling they have left me with. My wife and I visited Kopp that
afternoon.
Smillies death is not a thing I can easily
forgive.
For the first time in my life I took to
writingthings on walls.
And then there happened astrange and moving
thing.
They did not know what Kopp had been arrested
for.
We walked past one another as though we had been
total strangers.
Even after a night in the open, a shave, a bath,
and a shoe-shinedo wonders with your appearance. All the while, thoughI was
technically in hiding, I could not feel myself in danger. That night McNair,
Cottman, and I slept in some long grass at the edge of aderelict building-lot.
Rudolph had struck out for himself, on rented land. No, I guess my heart was always
pretty good. I remember the long dismal hours of loitering about before one could
get acup of coffee.
I saw instantly how important this might be. There
wasanother train early the following morning. There were several of the wounded men
from the Sanatorium Maurin amongthe prisoners. He had driven in just when the boys
had come back from the barn andwere washing up for breakfast. It was what
everyonebelieved at the time, but I have since thought that I may have been wrong.
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