Penguins 516 - Documents Marked "Secret"

I have mentioned this sort of a yard to you once or twice and you expressed a hope that I would write it, or something like it, one day. You must understand that it is not Art or Literature or anything like that; but I hope you will enjoy it, althought it may, of course, move yu to repeat the opening lines of an immortal poem by J. B. Morton: the one that begins   “Come gentle tripe . . .”