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    <title>MacNeice074</title>
    <Collections>Letters to George and Mercy McCann</Collections>
    <Contributor>MacNeice Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1963 May 15th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>MacNeice074</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Poems, 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>a young mammoth. And is clueless in other ways but v. charming. The astrology publishers are after me again: I wish the stereo had never been invented. Hedli send me cryptic letters (very short but boding). I would be interested to see Tara. Have just corrected the page proofs of my new book of poems. I must say, now that I look at it, that cumulatively they look a bit grim. Tell George to enjoy himself – while watching his step. Must go now (I&#039;m staying the night in London) on the chance of meeting Bimba, in which case I&#039;ll give her a meal (she doesn&#039;t seem to give herself much). Love to you both, Louis.
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