Oh for the love of God . . . This place is a mad house. I'm glad to be here and to get out, of course, but really. I have to share headspace with a nymphomaniac (typistsuppliedthewordnotme) and Zelda Fitzgerald, and the typist is thinking of asking Lady Blakeney out to play (she's taken, thank goodness) it is, in a word, madness.
Thank God that
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