I offer a bouquet of Peter’s favorite rose (from Paris, of course), along with a few more of his words.
His truest friends were collections of words. However still and lonely the night, they comforted and sustained him.
—P. Bell, Unpublished
[From a letter to Douglas Kauffman, 30 August 1986]
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