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letterhead Nov 3d 1908 My dear Mr Muir Your letter curls me all up. I am very far from being the nickel plated angel.
I have tried to see clearly and talk straight, but have blundered stubbed my toes and sprained my ankles and have acquired
many enemies who should have been my friends. At the same time whenever I get the blues I remember the defiant, cussed, cheerful
attitude of Kipling's soldier man in For to Admire I paid my price for finding out Nor ever grudged the price I paid, But
sat in Clink, without my boots, Admirin' 'ow the world was made. As for you with your gentle strong philosophy of life,
with your appreciation and practice of living and letting live and with your real inspired knowledge of what is worth 04314