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February 12

This webpage reproduces a section of
The Collected Works
of Ducrot Pepys

Ronan C. Grady

Newburgh, N. Y., 1943

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March 12
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 p68  February 26, 1943

Monday. We are still on week‑end. It is Washington's birthday and my other wife, having obtained a little hatchet from someplace, has gone out with the avowed intention of chopping down a blond. I do wish that he had taken with him a certain strange friend of his who accompanied him back to our hotel room last night and who is here with me now. It is a well-known fact that I am a broadminded man, but I draw the line at people who sit on the ceiling, and whose eyes are a bright orange.

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". . . chopping down a blond."

Tuesday. West Point again. We have lost my other wife's odd buddy. He returned with us yesterday, but the last I saw of him was in the afternoon when he went floating up to report to the O. C. Some practical joker seems to have slipped a small gopher into my left ear at some time during the past week‑end.

Wednesday. The drawing of branches comes on apace. My other wife says that he is not particular about which branch he gets. Which is just as well because he stands a good chance of getting ranked into the Weevil Destroyer Corps. My sane wife is a secret example of one of life's little tragedies in the making. He wants to go into the Intelligence Service. The idea of instructing female spies into the best methods of coaxing military secrets out of reticent enemy generals seems to fascinate him. I, myself, am still uncertain as I can not decide which branch colors go best with my sad brown eyes.

Thursday. If the Law Department is correct about the various kinds of torts, someone we all know and love, is about to be sued within an inch of life. Mainly upon the count of False Imprisonment.

Friday. It is beginning to appear as I might last this Winter out after all. I must send Freezone a testimonial.

Saturday. Achilles, who was a military man of note, when feeling a little bitter would go and sulk in his tent, and people would do everything in their power to cheer him up. Times have certainly changed. Today all that I did was pout a little in ranks and everyone was most unkind.

Sunday. I love life and I want to live. I wonder when I will be able to start.

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