Topsy Turvy [antikvár]

TOPSY TURVYletter iPEACE!October 10, 1945. Trix, my restored exile, do you see a ray of hope, I mean all this cosmic acidity and gloom, it's too fraying, however one gleam is that you 're back from Medicine Hat at latt, or was it Moose Jaw, I forget, and I do grovel about my utter reticence while you were distant, only I merely could not write letters to the remote ft places like Canada, I mean across oceans, and of course everything went round by Cape Horn or Lapland and took a century, so one thought Well, if ever this does touch Medicine Hat the chances are that all one's windows will have been detonated again, and the little old ashes may be at Golder's Green, too misleading, so it seemed the kindly thing not to utter at all, if you see what I mean, not to mention that when I imagined you and your over-rated young at work upon a peach-fed ham while poor Haddock and me were prowling hungrily from duSt-bin to duft-bin, the little Stomach missed five beats and the pen fell from the malnutritioned fingers, besides darling, you muft comprend, life in the big city during the late conflict was a shade1