Wednesday-Thursday Evening
July 4, 1845.
Yes — I know the first part of the ‘Duchess’ and have it here — and for the rest of the poem, don’t mind about being very legible, or even legible in the usual sense; and remember how it is my boast to be able to read all such manuscript writing as never is read by people who don’t like caviare. Now you won’t mind? really I rather like blots than otherwise — being a sort of patron-saint of all manner of untidyness . . . Continue reading “#56”