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30 September 2006



That's the sort of room in which you can think. And live.

Well seen, Larry.


That's exactly what I was going to say. This is the kind of room I picture when I think of where I want to curl up with a book, pausing from time to time to look out the window and reflect. I'm jealous.


Diana and Pete--thanks for the notes. The room has been a good one for reading (and napping) on the couch. I write and eat at a table at the far end. And the windows are especially valuable--I watch the leaves, the birds, rain and snow, and, of course, the light. I can't imagine reading or writing in a place that lacks broad windows.

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