it's going to hurt me like hell to see you, because judah with all thy faults i love thee still, and as you've no use for me i must be in a very stupid and false and painful position. and i won't be made to cry in tea shops. but if you like to come here, i will see you. and ask any questions you like - i can't imagine the question i would not readily and frankly answer. but for christ's sake, no generalities. good god! do you think i'm unsexed?

dorothy sayers's john cournos letters are grim to read. i feel mauled and shall never read strong poison the same way again.