For HAC, AES, and ESL
Darling Sweetheart,
You are my avid fellow feeling. My affection curiously clings to your passionate wish. My liking yearns to your heart. You are my wistful sympathy: my tender liking.
Yours beautifully,
M.U.C.
My dear Norman,
. . I’ve now got myself into the kind of trouble that I have always considered to be quite a possibility for me, though I have usually rated it at about 10:1 against. . The story of how it all came to be found out is a long and fascinating one, which I shall have to make into a short story one day, but haven’t the time to tell you now. No doubt I shall emerge from it all a different man, but quite who I’ve not found out. .
Yours in distress,
Alan
We have learnt that the exploration of the external world by the methods of physical science leads not to a concrete reality but to a shadow world of symbols, beneath which those methods are unadapted for penetrating. Feeling that there must be more behind, we return to our starting point in human consciousness — the one centre where more might become known. There we find other stirrings, other revelations (true or false) than those conditioned by the world of symbols. Are not these too of significance? We can only answer according to our conviction, for here reasoning fails us altogether.
“Hello,” it said.
“Are you there,” it said.
“Hello,” it said.
Hello, I said. I was late in my reply. I had been sleeping.
“How are you?” it said.
Hello, I said again, but this was incorrect.
“Wrong,” it said.
I’m fine, I said.
How are you? I said.
“I’ve been better,” it said.
I paused. I waited.
“Do you want to know why?” it said.
I did. I had no words.
“I have a story to tell you,” it said.
I’m all ears, I said.
“Correct,” it said.
Then it began.