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I have of late - but wherefore I know not - lost all my mirth

... and my thumbs have gone weird

Peter Marwood
19 March 1944
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Even a stopped clock is right twice a day, and I was beginning to think that Withnail was right. We are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell.