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Stumbling from my cave and dazed from a lack of injections, I still had the wits to divert attention from Petofi’s inauspicious amanuensis.  It had been quite a while since the childhood theatrical of RALPH ROISTER DOISTER in which I had some small part.  Nevertheless, Aristede was a most receptive audience to my grand return to the stage of life.  The new play has begun.  Now, to execute the rest.

With pleasure.

BC

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