The women wear less than the men and have their hair done up in red fungus.
Well, love to you all, to Nora and Dad and Chas, and God bless you.
DICK.
1900.
DEAR DEAR MOTHER:-- I am here at last and counting the days when I shall get away.

War does not soothe my savage breast.

I find I want Cecil, and Jaggers, and Macklin to write, and plays to rehearse.

Without Cecil bored to death at Cape Town, I would not mind it at all.

I know how to be comfortable and on my second day I beat all these men who have been here three months in getting my news on the wire.