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    <title>Rodgers015</title>
    <Collections>To McCann</Collections>
    <Contributor>Rodgers Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1965 Oct 24th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, April 7, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Rodgers015</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Louis MacNeice, 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>﻿of wandering in a fog of what the psychologists call &#039;unlocalised emotion&#039;. I&#039;ve just received from Faber&#039;s a copy of &#039;The Strangers are False&#039; – Louis&#039; unfinished autobiography, edited by Dodds, and in case you haven&#039;t seen it I&#039;ll bring it across with me. Our love to George and you as always. Yours Bertie.  
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