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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 64 Anyhow it's not all that lonely living in this cabin--I have about 400 very good friends here, if you count the dragonflies and insects and so forth that only sort of marginally know you're around. Evening, now, as I finish this, and the dusty little flyers have seen my lamp. Butterscotch, the moth, has come to the screen. . . Dorian Clayton was lining the tennis court at the Cheeca Lodge but he stopped when the Wazir came in through the door and began to read to him from a scroll. "The Pooh-bah would want it brought to your notice that he would hope that he would not have occasion to suspect that you were paying more than the normal courtesies to the new bride." "He would would he." "By the same token our great soldan would that you visit the cradle of civilization, would wish you to accept his hospitality in the small nation of Irate." "Well. I'm just the poor schoolteacher, uh, what could I do, where would I stay?" "It has been provided for. Be so kind as to let me experiment with this progression in your tongue: The almoner. . .is in the almshouse. . ." |