The original of Laura

[Last Chapter]

[Miss Ure, this is the MS of my last chapter which you will, please, type out in three copies — I need the additional one for prepub in Bud — or some other magazine.] Several years ago, when I was still working at the Horloge Institute of Neurology, a silly female interviewer introduced me in a silly radio series ("Modern Eccentrics") as a gentle oriental sage, founder of the manuscript in longhand of Wild's last chapter, which at the time of his fatal heart attack, ten blocks away, his typist, Sue U, had not had the time to tackle because of urgent work for another employer, was deftly plucked from her hand by that other fellow to find a place of publication more permanent than Bud or Root.

Fits in with conversation in first of book

Well, a writer of sorts. A budding and already rotting writer. After being a poor lector in some of our last dreary castles. Yes, he is a lecturer too. A rich rotten lecturer (complete misunderstanding, another world). Whom are they talking about? Her husband I guess. Flo is horribly frank about Philipp (who could not come to the party — to any party)