(Verlaine)
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Dear Julia,
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Unless chance finds us face to face again, this
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is the last you'll hear from me. I spent this Sunday,
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a long afternoon, freezing at my friend's house by
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the sea. We men of science... you know. I've returned
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to my research in magnetic fields. It's funny how attractive
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indifference can be. My sense of failure... it's not so
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important. Electricity means so much more to me. We men
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of science... you know...
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It's snowing again, seems like it's always snowing. Sit
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down to write and it's so cold. Outside my window, there's
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a tree so white I can hardly look at it.
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It's quiet here. I look thru my glass at patterns
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all so well defined. Please send my winter coat soon as you can...I find I have no other lines... we men of science... you know...
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all the best.. all the best, Julia
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The Scientist Writes A Letter
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| Tom Verlaine |
