It looks like I spoke too soon regarding the collected correspondence of the Hopf (the notebooks are titled "Love, Janet") being salvageable. Two days of being misted with bleachy water and dried in the sun haven't eradicated the mildew smell. They're all in computer files (shout-out to WordPerfect 5.1!) but you never really browse stuff that way. Without a laser printer, it's hard to imagine I'll be reprinting them any time soon, though. The best part is, I have only myself to blame.
I think I've reached the point in Tristram Shandy where I stopped reading in grad school--page 24, which is blackened out so that we can ponder poor parson Yorick. It's all virgin territory from here!
Y'all, drop whatever you're doing and go see "Hot Fuzz"!
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An idea -- Kinko's or some place like that might print you up a copy of your correspondence from a CD or even there's an online service you order online and pick up from a store. Sometimes those things are amazingly affordable, sometimes amazingly pricey.
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