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The auld lang syne. Monday, December 27, 2010. Late December.from Vladimir Nabokov's notes on lepidoptera, (Paralycaeides n.g., 1945; Nabokov's Butterflies, Beacon 2000. Dedidacted to, among others, Vera. With an unsteady hand readjusting the letters: First, a clue, then a coy article. Before long there is a line salivating to. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We´ll take a cup o kindness yet, for auld lang syne. And heres a hand, my trusty friend, And give a hand o` thine; Well take a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
On second thought, maybe you'd better cancel my reservation. I think I will just have a bit of the bubbly in front of my television set. Times Square, Guy Lombardo, and all, then to bed. After all, it is traditional, and 1 won't have to diet away the gastronomic overindulgences, or nurse the monumental hangover. And I've got my $4,850 to keep me warm.
Maybe one New Year's Eve for three days would be better instead of—well, probably not.
AMY D. BENNETT
New York
HAPPY ENDING
To the Editor:
Last March, my son and I took a Swissair packaged ski‐vacation to Chamonix, France. The package included round trip air fare between New York and Geneva, transfer fees from the airport to Chamonix, a double hotel room and Continental breakfasts for a week.
At the end of our stay, the hotel clerk presented me with a bill for over $150 covering items which, he said, were not included in the package. Among them: two one‐week lift passes, bus passes and meals and beverages taken at the hotel. Although I looked over the invoice, the unfamiliar symbols and arrangements defied interpretation. Assuming that all was in order, I paid the bill—and forgot about it.
Two weeks ago a call came in from Heinz Bronnimann of Swissair in New York. ‘We've been checking the records,” he told me, “and we believe that you were overcharged by the hotel in Chamonix. Could you send us a copy of the hotel invoice?”
Fortunately, the invoice had been saved. Ten days later a refund check for $115 came in. Also enclosed were ski brochures and the hope that we would choose Swissair again for our next trip. He can be assured we will.
STANLEY L. ENGLEBARDT
Westport, Conn.
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