What gives you cause to say I've changed... in any direction?
You have known me again but a short time.
Who is to say our first meeting was not a show... a put on.
I tried to correct for my having been away.
I used manners and customs I had previously known, but have used
   very little.
You see me now as different..., less clean..., non-habitual.
Please, look at me. See "me"... reliant, loving, caring.
I may no longer be your idea of well-bred, but I am sensitive and
   particular.
I want the best, or whatever it is that will satisfy me.
I am human and cannot explain all things, especially one person to
   another.
Not me to you.

San Pablo 18 October 1971

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