I write you from under the bed where that catullus drove me. I mean it PASSETH understanding.

I enclose a sawbuck for that thing. That catullus. Bound in white -mit-white-silk-bookmark-yet, Frankie, where do you FIND these things?

14 East 95th St.

I ever heard of is a handsome young actor I've seen in a couple of British movies and I wish I'd kept it that way. This one got knighted for turning Catullus-caTULLus-into Victorian hearts~and-flowers and poor little Mr. Smithers must have been afraid his mother was going to read it, he like to KILL himself cleaning it all up. All right, let's just you go find me a nice plain Latin Catullus, I bought myself a Cassell's dictionary, and work out the hard passages by myself.

WILL YOU TELL MEGAN WELLS SHE IS OUT OF HER COTTONPICKING MIND?

Up till now, the only Richard Burton.

New York City

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certainly, certainly, glad to root for anything with Hotspur in it.

If she's that bored with civilization why doesn't she just move to a Siberian salt mine?

Have been socking money in the savings bank for next summer, if TV keeps feeding me till then I'm finally coming over, I want to see the shop and St. Paul's and Parliament and the Tower and Covent Garden and the Old Vic and Old Mrs. Boulton.

Jan. 4, 1956