Thursday.
August 2, 1845.
Let me write one word . . . not to have it off my mind . . . because it is by no means heavily on it; but lest I should forget to write it at all by not writing it at once. What could you mean, . . . I have been thinking since you went away . . . by applying such a grave expression as having a thing ‘off your mind’ to that foolish subject of the stupid book (mine), and by making it worth your while to account logically for your wish about my not mentioning it to Mr. Kenyon? You could not fancy for one moment that I was vexed in the matter of the book? or in the other matter of your wish? Now just hear me. Continue reading “#71”