In a message dated 7/22/04 7:44:58 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:



"Dear Dreiser:

This morning I have been pondering all the subtle and less than heiness follies I could commit and so I begin by writing you. To begin with, whenever I send you a letter I am never quite certain whether I am living in this mornful and yet so budding April world or in some anaesthetic, ozone, and metaphysical realm. For, as I never get a reply from you, I long cease to ask myself not whether you received my last fatuity but whether I really ever wrote it...��

Your friend,��

Edward Dahlberg."



I think this should be our preamble! Dawg

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