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day they proudly brought in some baked corn-on-the-cob. It [[underline]] 
looked [[/underline]] nice & I rubbed my hands in anticipation 
[[underline]] but [[/underline]] ...! If you want to know what it was like try 
to eat an ear of unpopped pop-corn! I risked my teeth during a bite or 
two for politeness sake! 
Willy & I are alone tonight. He has made me some strong grog & we 
have been having a long conversation - with me doing most of the 
talking! (Similar, I suspect, to your after-lunch-saluka conversations of 
Exploring Island days!) Willy is now deep in a [[underline]] National 
Geographic, [[/underline]] 
[[wavy line]] Grog unconformity [[wavy line]] 
Now I think I shall leave you - haste manana - in la noche. 
Harry. 
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Later - its now 10 [[superscript]] 25 [[/superscript]] P.M. which is an 
ungodly late hour for Namuka! Willy snores quietly on the floor - turning 
now & again to mutter a few words of Tongan. I've been re-reading my 
future bride's letters - with much pleasure! - and wishing I had the mail 
that arrived in Suva this morning! Time passes, Edward, but the idle 
moments pass slowly - that's one reason why I am writing so many 
unimportant details in this booklet. You must forgive me for I suspect 
you would do the same did we change places. Aye! Thats it! - "Where 
are the women - what are we here for"! I am reminded of a jingle we 
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