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that was the last. And while the per-
formance was going on, I kept watching
the map biblical in front of us, trying
to realize that we were in ancient Illyria.
The Lords Prayer and the Ten Commandments
in large print in Albanian on the wall
by the map. A speech by a youth whose
brother was recently shot by the Turks.
A leader of young nationalists. The
President's wife - Mrs. Themistocles -
we shook hands with. Mr. Themistocles
was ill. The star pupil of the Mis-
sionaries' Sunday School - little
Sophocles - sat on the floor by
the great round stove in the center
of the room. -- Tomorrow will be
Sunday. Tonight is wintry, with
a [touch?] of snow in the sky. We will
land in Paris in the [fuelless?] season.
But my heart will be in Southern
and Central California - so that
I will be warm, at least. - I hope
you are not becoming frequently dis-
couraged with your music. You
mustn't be like me, and have made
just a lot of beginnings of things
in life. For then, tho I would sympathize with,
and understand you, I'd have to spank
you for making my mistakes. But I'd
love you just the same.

Your Wynne.