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Had one lucid moment on couch
after Pentagram
and felt fine. Looking over “Test Course”, was
getting, I think, something about printing press for
Abbey when A.C. interrupted about the
Simon Iff stories
for screen.
(Query: Had “Indo-American
Press Co.” aught to do with this.)
Leaving Abbey, muscles of legs
ached by the time I reached the mill—faint and
nauseated when by the brook. Wretched.
(P.S. A.C. says foregoing due
to carbonic gas from charcoal) |