When, later, our adventure has bogged down, or umbrella’s to an end, and mountains & lakes if any are the friends — and that reminds me of a story — and so does ‘if’ — Einstein — who personal’ never caught my fancy — he took my umbrella once, — or I took his — years gone — but as a soul, brain, that stuff, yes — only his prose I never knew was so good: is getting over his loss of religious faith at..twelve maybe? and he must replace it and says, all the decades later, ‘Men of the same bent & end, past and now, along with what they happened really to discover, were the un-lose-able friends’: the German’s better, I did that stupid English myself. Oh: ‘if’. I meant the air & water peeled off, in a fouled test. 
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