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| | Harry Grew Crosby (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-08) |
 | | Harry commuted for love every weekend, to his parents' dismay, and when I chanced to draw the berth opposite him on one return trip on the Owl, he gave me a snort from his flask, loosened his tie, removed his shoes and coat, and slid into the blankets the same impulsive, unorthodox kid. |
 | | Harry spoke repeatedly of Walter Berry during our meetings on the North Shore and the picture I got of his sixty-six-year-old mentor was of a tall, thin, elegant, with a bird-like head; a close friend of Henry James and Marcel Proust, and an intimate admirer of Edith Wharton. |
 | | Harry was thinking of writing the life of Rimbaud, as Berry had suggested, and his immediate job for the Black Sun Press, which was booming, was to translate the letters of Marcel Proust to Berry. |
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