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			Ten minutes ago I rang up an old friend (he was gay but never a lover of mine) and it turned out that he died seven years ago! 
 
A Brazilian, Machado de Assis 1839-1908, wrote a book translated in 1952 as "Epitaph of a small winner"which I first read in the '50s. 
 
I've always remembered a phrase from it 'singing a yearning'. which occurred in the passage below. 
 
How will we do without letters? When this computer dies the emails will probably die with it. 
 
Love, 
Anthony 
 
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Now and then I bustled about. I would take a bureau drawer full of old letters — from friends, relatives, girls (including Marcella)— would spill them onto a table, would open and read them all, and would recompose the past . . . Unenlightened reader, if you do not keep the letters of your youth you will never enjoy the pleasure of seeing yourself, far off in the flatteringly dim light, with a three-cornered hat, seven-league boots, and curled mustachios, dancing at a ball to the music of Anacreontic pipes. By all means, save the letters of your youth. 
 
Or, if you do not like the figure of the three-cornered hat, I shall use an expression of an old sailor who used to come to Cotrim's house. I shall say that, if you save the letters of your youth, you will be able to "sing a yearning." It seems that our sailors give this name to songs about the land that are sung only at sea. It would be hard to find a more poetic expression of nostalgia.
			
			
			
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			I realise, or think, this is not the point you are making, but I am sorry your friend died without your speaking to him
			
			
			
			
  
			 
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			Dear Timmy, 
 
Yes, of course, so was I (sorry my friend had died). 
 
On the subject of nostalgia - I just tried to delete my avatar picture and download a picture of my face at age 20. Is this stupid? Should I offer a picture of my white hair? 
 
I don't think I'm vain, but Anna might tell you otherwise. I think I might have been justified if I had been when I was twenty. 
 
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			Your avatar should reflect what you wish, not what you think it ought to reflect. 
 
I have never grown up.  My picture is of me while I still felt "my" John was wonderful and perfect (while acknowledging inside that he was neither, and knowing that I had "created" an aura of perfection around him).  So it shows me at a time when I felt that I, too, was perfect.
			
			
			
			
  
			 
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			Dear Timmy, 
 
I agree: I'm responsible and have the choice of avatar. But surely as tempo's question revealed, there are many reasons for choosing. 
 
And I am undecided. Would people like to see what I look like now or what I looked like when I was a randy young man? 
 
Does nayone want to see either of those or something different? 
 
Love, 
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			…is not what it used to be. 
 
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			I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers, 
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses. 
 
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
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