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My dear Friend,

I am tired and disgusted with all this wrangling to death. Please read this before giving it to Mr. Hume. If, as a debt of gratitude, he would exact but a pound of flesh, I would have naught to say — but a pound of useless verbiage is indeed more than even I — can stand!

Yours ever,

K. H.


Notes: 

A pound of flesh refers to Shakespeare's play The Merchant of Venice, in which a lender insists on the harsh consequence of defaulting on a desperate bargain.