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Mar. 8th, 2003 01:01 pmDavid writes a return letter after receiving Marton's correspondence...
Marton,
Tuesday would be perfect for a gambling lesson. Perhaps we could meet in my hotel suite? I have learned that the hotel chef is quite remarkable, and I would be pleased to treat you to lunch before we begin my desperately needed lessons.
I will leave the ordering of the wine to you upon your arrival, as I am quite sure your selection will be perfect. I look forward to my next foray into understanding the mysteries of pushing small bits of cardboard around efficiently enough to create spontaneous wealth, or as you more learned types call it, "seven card stud".
I trust you are well, and that your creative laments of our last meeting are well on their way to being supplanted by new inspiration.
-- David
He then wrote several letters to his sisters and one to his mother. Feeling quite accomplished, he shrugged on his hat and coat, and stepped outside for a brisk walk, all the better to let his thoughts wander as they pleased. Walking helped him sort out his mind. He had many thoughts clamoring for attention at present, and with a lopsided smile, he realized that today's walk might be a very long one.
Marton,
Tuesday would be perfect for a gambling lesson. Perhaps we could meet in my hotel suite? I have learned that the hotel chef is quite remarkable, and I would be pleased to treat you to lunch before we begin my desperately needed lessons.
I will leave the ordering of the wine to you upon your arrival, as I am quite sure your selection will be perfect. I look forward to my next foray into understanding the mysteries of pushing small bits of cardboard around efficiently enough to create spontaneous wealth, or as you more learned types call it, "seven card stud".
I trust you are well, and that your creative laments of our last meeting are well on their way to being supplanted by new inspiration.
-- David
He then wrote several letters to his sisters and one to his mother. Feeling quite accomplished, he shrugged on his hat and coat, and stepped outside for a brisk walk, all the better to let his thoughts wander as they pleased. Walking helped him sort out his mind. He had many thoughts clamoring for attention at present, and with a lopsided smile, he realized that today's walk might be a very long one.
