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I'm very very very sorry, I mis-subtracted and so underesteemed
yr typing skills: 105wpm @very-least, 225wpm to the credulous
[you see, Dr. Haggard, this is why I don't even bother trying].
Concluding that such ability is shamefully wasted on yr civil
service duties, I've checked out the Times Appointments Section
for you, and found THIS: an Executive Opportunity in a publishing
software company, based in either Dublin or London, with starting
celery of 80,000 l. 0 s. 0d. + car.  The work seems pretty trivial,
all they require of you is "looking after a personal territory,"
being aware of "the need to endorse third party relationships,"
& becoming "a key figure within the organisation."  I would
expect you to fit this by judicious delegation into yr mornings,
in order to have yr afternoons free for my entertaintment.  I've
mailed them yr cv; when they get back to you, as they undoubtedly
will, seeing that I didn't mention yr being on bail, just dismember
that you have seven years experience preferably within a software
multinational company, once lost a yacht-race to the director's
charming wife, have no designs on her, and are fluent in several
dialects of ancient Chinese.

No, I still have the German-English dictionary of the aunt of the
gardener of H800; borrowed it last time the echos were schweigening,
just can't seem to find it amid my other precioussions: a sprung
trap and an M. of my wary own, & who could ask for more: this is why
self is tantrumatic at airline-desks, shakes self's head & self's
polished revolver adamantly and states that self is not going
anywhere So There without self's excess baggage.

"Challenge": yes, a charming piece, as I recall, would've posted it
myself if only I'd thought of it, and would probably condone
everything it said except that I have no intention of distressing
myself by reading it.  Get it straight, I didn't write that.
I wrote only what I damn well want to have written; soon, I shall
develop a huff and require you to send me back my epthistles
perfumigated in pretty green ribbon: O, how self is stamped upon!
And I cared, and you stayed, and, in the end, programmed to [fish],
I fear I shall be quite care-worn.  You, darling, are a confounded
idiot, but, now I've conned & founded you, I'm keeping you (for
as long as ... that's ... okay).

Hello, Jeffrey, haven't seen you for a long long time.

And, while Bowie's having his day, "hope you're happy": ashes
to ashes for you, m'dear, for it must be such a trial looking
up those H.s, uea info being quite a dreadful bore, and if you
search the easy way, from within the system, you're on my
terroritory & I warn you that [text trails off obscured by
scrawled annotations of [jellyfish] [jellyfish] [jellyfish];
scholars differ as to the significance of these comments.]

H. (M.'s Secret Service)