He puts his right hand lightly on the cup, I put my left, leaving the right free to transcribe, and away we go. We get, oh, 500 to 600 words an hour. Better than gasoline.

We will still be working on finding the right combinations against Edward Little. It is their first year at the varsity level and could be a more physical game.

Knowing some Greek helped defuse forbidding words - not that I counted much on using them. You'll find only trace elements of this language in the poem.

And, as I have said, it's made me think twice about the imagination. If the spirits aren't external, how astonishing the mediums become! Victor Hugo said of his voices that they were like his own mental powers multiplied by five.

Strange about parents. We have such easy access to them and such daunting problems of communication.

Free me, I pray, to go in search of joysUnembroidered by your high, soft voice,Along that stony path the senses pave.