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Stanford, Oct. 21 '97.

My dear Mama:-

"And dashing and splashing -
And never ending but always descending
And in this way the water comes down at Lodore."

Also at Stanford!

We are just beginning to show ourselves after the heavy down pour of the day. The heavens are resplendent with stars, and the earth is as quiet and happy as a Sunday morning.

It is a beautiful evening, as we in the Santa Clara Valley appreciate beauty. It is one of those nights that Shakespeare loved to describe. The darkness