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    <title>MacNeice056</title>
    <Collections>Letters to George and Mercy McCann</Collections>
    <Contributor>MacNeice Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1962 Nov 12th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>MacNeice056</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>London</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>with picture postcards. Mary, Bimba and Charles all flourish, though the last named, poor fellow, is today doing his exam which we don&#039;t think he really wants to pass! Bimba is at work on a very grim oil painting inspired by a street accident she saw some years ago. I saw Jackie McGowran during his one-man Beckett show (off now). Very good but a miserably thin house. Must try and see Troilus and Cressida before it ends; the set, apparently, consists of one huge sandpit. It seems that in Germany now the really highbrow astrologers calculate horoscopes with the help of eight purely hypothetical trans-Plutonian planets. Must be away now. Look after yourselves and much love. Louis.
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