Chapter 17
One day last week I got a letter:
Dear Archie –
Thanks for telling me about Orrie Cather marrying that airline girl. You know what I think of that but I wish them well, I really do. Why not? I say that to people sometimes, I wish you well, and you ought to see them stare.
In a class one day last week we were supposed to say something about imagination and invention and I cleaned it up. I said nearly everything Nero said that day at dinner and it made their eyes pop. They don't know any better. I'm not sure anybody here knows any better about anything, but I'm giving it a whirl and we'll see. Somebody here must know something I want to know but I haven't seen any sign of it yet. How is Fritz? Tell him I can still taste that hedgehog omelet. And the sauce with the sweetbreads.
Write if you want to. I wish you well.
J
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