Another year, another birthday to celebrate

I offer a bouquet of Peter’s favorite rose (from Paris, of course), along with a few more of his words.

Cabbage Rose


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—P. Bell, Unpublished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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