My dear Cassandra, A phenomenon has occurred. Within the last week, a former Prime Minister has died. That, you may say, is hardly remarkable, as all must eventually die, and it is true that the person in question was of advanced years. The person in question, however, was remarkable, and not simply for longevity. This [...]
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My dear Cassandra, I regret that I have been unable to write to you for some weeks past. Indeed I had not guessed that mingling with those still engaged in earthly life might subject my spirit to the lingering edges of their malaise. Yet so it was. Strange though it may seem, I have felt [...]
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My dear Cassandra, It may seem strange to give thanks for having quitted the earth relatively young, yet today I confess I do. Do you remember a letter I wrote to you not long before my final illness, when I told you I should be glad to die before I outlived my family’s affection [...]
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My dear Cassandra, I have been reading in the last few days of a calamitous occurrence in the Americas. A man innocently asleep in his bed disappeared into a great cavern, which suddenly opened below his house. His body cannot be recovered, and the chasm below him is vast. Do you recall that there were [...]
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My dear Cassandra, I wonder whether you have noticed the present curious argument over a young woman’s portrait? Of course, you will tell me it is quite incorrect to describe the Duchess of Cambridge as a woman, for she is a lady, and by her marriage to the elder son of the Prince of Wales, [...]
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