Dear you,
Well, of course, the beauty of it was it all seemed so gloriously familiar. At first. I didn’t realise, until too late, too late by far, that it was actually anything but. They had their own identities, the Red Lechwe and reflected Kirk’s dik-dik, and I’d managed to offend both in one clumsy swoop.
Yours in profusion of knots and confusion,
X
(Please find enclosed one Norwegian fur flyer for record.)
