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	<title>The Grapes' Correspondence</title>
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	<description>The Cumbersome Letters of Lords Ponkleton and Boyling</description>
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		<title>Ladies, Libido and the French Foreign Legion</title>
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Dear Ponkleton,
As always, I’m deeply sorry for the tardy reply and so forth. Life does have a peculiar tendency to get in the way, don’t you agree? Especially when life’s so immensely wonderful and lush that one can’t help but drink its sweet and potent nectar! It’s good to hear ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=33</link>
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		<title>Apologia and whatnot&#8230; from Oxford!</title>
		<description>Dear Boyling,I can not apologise enough for my epistolary silence of late, so I shall not even bother to try. A tidal wave of moral imperatives pertaining to logistics, academia and inebriety had taken custody of my time and attention. There, that’s my apologia.I have now transferred my existence and ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=32</link>
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		<title>Delayed deliveries</title>
		<description>Ponkleton, dear friend!

I have finally returned to the stillness of the manor from a seemingly endless series of debaucheries in Dublin. I just finished reading both of your two letters, which Cieco was so kind to put on my writing table (actually, he misplaced them on the floor right next ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=31</link>
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		<title>Lord and Lady Jamés!</title>
		<description>Boyling!
I have an appointment to beat the dastardly locals at a "friendly" game of cricket this afternoon, so I'm afraid I must keep this brief. (The little German inside of you will appreciate that last sentence, I'm sure.)
You will never believe what has happened. Yesterday Lord Jamés got married! We ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=29</link>
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		<title>Concerning the ladies&#8230;</title>
		<description>Boyling, you incredible philanderer!How and where are you? My nerves are momentarily in shambles and I have had no other choice but to forgo this afternoon’s cricket game against the locals in order to dispatch to you the elegant calligraphy of my refined hand and customised ink. This morning I ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=28</link>
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		<title>Treading into the Literary Sludge</title>
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Ponkleton, 
How good it is to hear that you survived the spectacle in Venice! I am not at all surprised that you tried to avoid the streets, as I read a rather incriminating article about it in the Post. I believe the writer summed it up rather fittingly as “an ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=27</link>
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		<title>The Carnival, The Theme and The Secret Mission</title>
		<description>Boyling!How are you? What on God’s green Earth are you up to nowadays?My sincerest apologies for the horrendous tardiness of this my latest dispatch, ol’ chum, but as you shall soon see I have had other things on my mind lately besides catching up with my correspondence.I would like to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=26</link>
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		<title>One month later</title>
		<description>Ponkleton,

Dreadfully sorry for this tardy letter, but I am afraid that I have not been able to regain my wits until now. This is of course entirely due to the incredible hangover I got from those homemade cubini we so devotedly digested. In the past couple of weeks I have ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=25</link>
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		<title>&#8216;A Christmas Quarrel&#8217; and other stories&#8230;</title>
		<description>Boyling!

I was heartily listening to a vinyl recording of Mr. Johann Sebastian Bach with my trusty manservant Sordo, when he, the latter that is, notified me of the imminent arrival of the postman, promptly stood up and left the room. I so wanted him to hear the final passages, but ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=24</link>
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		<title>How Boyling brought the Kalila from Hindustan</title>
		<description>Dear Ponkleton,

I received your telegram just as I was about to nibble on another one of my exquisite afternoon biscuits (or exquiscuits, as I like to call them), but your request gave me no other choice but to ask Cieco to serve them to the hounds. If there ever was ...</description>
		<link>http://www.popplepress.com/grapes/?p=22</link>
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