Leet that I am glad he found me in a pigeon hole of his memory, but that I am a long way from being "the blue-eyed bunch of mischief" he describes. I knew you could get Jack out of his rut if you tried. The Browning evenings must be idm 6.21 crack only diverting, I can imagine you reading a few lines for him to expound, then him reading a few for you to explain, then both gazing into space with "the infinite cry of finite hearts that yearn. How memories stab me as I think of him. It seems impossible to think of him as other than well and strong and self reliant. What happy, happy days I have spent with idm 6.21 crack only. They seem to stand out to-night in one great white spot of cheerfulness.