In 18— my oldest friend died. We had been at school and collegetogether, and our intimacy had never been broken. I was trustee for hiswife and executor at his death. He died of a lingering illness, duringwhich his hopes of living were alternately raised, and depressed. Twoyears before he died, he gave me a huge parcel carefully tied up andsealed. Take care of, but don't open this he said: if I get better,return it to me, if I die, let no mortal eye but yours see it, and burnit.