T. E. Lawrence Correspondence – Page 249

To R.C. Coslett, 127 to 131 Charing Cross Rd., London, W.C.2. Squibs, Ash ... (words were too faded) are all eff. Cursed by ... All this is my present name & address. I'm one of the Cadet's slaves; not a cadet; God be praised. Life is v. good, up here. Deer Coslett A bit slow in the reply; but better than last time, I think. Whet? Lowell Thomas? Curses on L.T. What? Your bet with Makins will have to be declared "off". They sent me up here, to a fresh station, where I have no leisure; the day's work. So my proofs only receive treatment on half-days and Sundays; and then usually only if it rains; for I love the road; and my bike. Consequently the book will not be ready till the new year; You & Makins each get a copy of the complete (but un-illustrated)text. Remember me to him. Tell him Devyness are slow (compared with my Brough). Yet I'll accept one of the three Brooklands J.D's, if he will offer me one. It would do for a run-about, when I felt lazy & peaceful.