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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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to transport passengers from Denver trains to Boulder. As such, it is quite deliberate about taking its very, seemingly through all the slacks, and picking its way through uninteresting and unbeknown by ways from Denver to Boulder. Whereas my homecoming was scheduled for about ten it was high noon when we were delivered six-two-six thirteen.
Being deposited at home, however, was but a first step in a long, drawn out, painful process. This adventurous included days and weeks and months of being laid out; if hanging on determinedly. It meant an indiscernable slow physiological readjustment to the new hook-up. While digesting, I was just content to lie. In fact all I could do was lie. Never before in my life have I been so. i did not recognize myself in that capacity. I tried to think this was just as well - or better - for thus I should like to think I had a better chance to make a comeback because I staved off the pressure of creation. The thought however, does not ring convincingly. It possibly has made no real difference and I might better have been painting!
If I hadn't known myself so well, I might certainly have become worried about becoming lazy. it is true, however, that I never would. have found myself in this stomach predicament were I so. Indolent people never develop gastro-intestinal problems such as mine. Moreover it is clinically factual that negroes and people on hospital relief never have ulcers. They are only an outgrowth of a tense, high-pressure, fast-moving existence!
A gastroenterostomy is the intersection - shall we say - of nightmare and an adventure with, I think the nightmare much in antecedent. Upon my last flying leap, I just nursed my precarious foothold in the crag ahead and was hurled heading into the abyss from wheel ever after, I have tried at enterminable stubborn struggle to extricate myself. At firs,t in so far as I was able to determine, I thought there was but the one

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to transport passengers from Denver trains to Boulder. As such, it is quite deliberate about taking its very, seemingly through all the slacks, and picking its way through uninteresting and unbeknown by ways from Denver to Boulder. Whereas my homecoming was scheduled for about ten it was high noon when we were delivered six-two-six thirteen. Being deposited at home, however, was but a first step in a long, drawn out, painful process. This adventurous included days and weeks and months of being laid out; if hanging on determinedly. It meant an indiscernable slow physiological readjustment to the new hook-up. While digesting, I was just content to lie. In fact all I could do was lie. Never before in my life have I been so. i did not recognize myself in that capacity. I tried to think this was just as well - or better - for thus I should like to think I had a better chance to make a comeback because I staved off the pressure of creation. The thought however, does not ring convincingly. It possibly has made no real difference and I might better have been painting! If I hadn't known myself so well, I might certainly have become worried about becoming lazy. it is true, however, that I never would. have found myself in this stomach predicament were I so. Indolent people never develop gastro-intestinal problems such as mine. Moreover it is clinically factual that negroes and people on hospital relief never have ulcers. They are only an outgrowth of a tense, high-pressure, fast-moving existence! A gastroenterostomy is the intersection - shall we say - of nightmare and an adventure with, I think the nightmare much in antecedent. Upon my last flying leap, I just nursed my precarious foothold in the crag ahead and was hurled heading into the abyss from wheel ever after, I have tried at enterminable stubborn struggle to extricate myself. At firs,t in so far as I was able to determine, I thought there was but the one