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\nrivals in a 1925 letter going on the auction block, a reader who calls himself Clark Kent
\nwrites:
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\na lot left out — are great fun. He’s relaxed, funny, mean-spirited, paranoid, vicious when crossed,
\nloaded with insight — on
\nand very vulnerable. Some of the the letters are great — his note to the Gerald Murphys on the
\ndeath of their son — but basically they’re wonderful half-drunk ramblings from an extremely lonely
\nman, the kind of stuff wemight write given an extra 20 IQ points and an audience of grateful
\ntoadies.<\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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