Please allow me to draw your attention to Jacques Vaché’s War Letters and other scraps (pp. 345-359). You are also invited to read as many of F. Rosemont’s contextuals as you care to. In particular, the discussion of Umour (pp. 107-172) stands a chance of proving abundantly worthless. I’d like to be there to gab with you, for he is a wonderful wraith indeed, but phynance importunes…