rage might pry the owners loose from power and bring back (I too Walt Whitman) our storybook democ-racy and al the time in my pocket that letter from that col egeboy asking me to explain why being right which he admits the radicals are in their private lives such shits lie abe in the Rhone val ey the first strawcolored sunlight streaked the white road with shadows of skeleton poplars at They ate a big winey lunch together at an expensive restaurant near the Pincio gardens. When Charley went back into Merritt's room he found the black eyes of the fat senator fixed on him from be-tween the two cute bobbing hats of two pretty girls.
Margo was worried about their bag-gage too. Suppose we have a little-309-lunch before you go, let me invite you to lunch. She almost wished-321-she'd made him stay. He liked yachting and to have pretty actresses cal him Commodore.
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