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Despatches filed by our correspondents — observations, impressions, territories, indiscretions.
New entries arrive when the Master has had time to think about them. The Correspondents' Club is open to letters; submissions from cats are accepted, with audible reluctance.
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A summer journey by rolling box, across France and through the long roads of Emilia-Romagna and the Marche.
Despatch № 2 · filed by Salvo
Sabato, 9 luglio. The day of the great moving.
The Master and the Mrs had, by mid-afternoon, decided we were going somewhere. This was apparent from a number of telling signs: the great suitcase had been brought down from its high cupboard; the Mrs had put on what she calls *travelling…
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Domenica, 10 luglio. The day of the crossing.
The Master rose at an hour I shall not commit to writing, dressed in the manner of a man who does not expect to encounter other humans, and took me on the walk the woman with the broken leg had recommended. It was a creditable walk. It bega…
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Mercoledì, 13 luglio. Sole. Off we went.
We left the city of pale buildings late, which is to say at a perfectly reasonable hour for a country in which the afternoon does the work of the morning. The Master had walked me at a time only milkmen and Master ought to know about, and h…
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