Agatha

Dear Valeria,

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

Yours,

Agatha Christie

Raymond

Dear Valeria,

I don't know how long I stayed in that particular place my poor memory is not a chronometer nor a movie camera nor a phonograph nor any other sort of finely tuned machine. It's more like nature with holes empty spaces hidden nooks and crannies with rivers that trickle away so that you can never dip your foot in the same water twice and with patches of light and darkness.

your old friend,

Raymond Queneau