This is just one of the extraordinary gifts l received from Shorty over a period of 24 years. His hand-writing was totally illegible, and so l insisted that he always type, and he always did; beautifully typed reams of paper after paper.... pourings of the mind; often automatic writing.... we both got up to that quite a lot in the 80s. Sometimes, if l were very busy at the time, l wouldn't read Paul's letters but open them and leave them on my desk... until another came and then l'd speed read them, then file them away. l only ever read one of his letters twice, after it had arrived. lt was a masterpiece, and clearly recognized as such, at the time. What to do with them all.... publish in hard form? E-book (don't like them); leave them to a TRUST that perhaps his close and loyal friends would like to set up? l don't know what to do with the life after Paul. He was like an un-wanted husband and a fabulous friend; the brilliant, the brotherly, the best of all kinds. Now that he has gone, and his belongings all remain stacked in boxes in the middle of my study, like relics from the past waiting to be put away into museum cupboards and shelves, the time drags out long, aching yawns; misses him, misses him, misses him.
"Oh well", as he used to say when he was here on holiday with me, an annual event for most of the years... "Time we went to bed m'dear"....then he'd laugh a bit and say..."l know u fancy me really!".
(Thank you Rob for making this letter audible for all to relish, probably for long after l'm gone as well).