Wednesday, 2 November 1864

Rose at 5 ―; wrote & packed till 8. Left “all things” “in order” ― & gavbe last words to the Coopers ―: & came away at 11.15. ――――――

Rail, 12.20. one passenger only. Folkestone by 3.30. ―

Very lovely afternoon & sunset. Wandered about, though very cold. From 5 to 7 ― wrote 12 letters. But then, as no Husey Hunt came, I dined. Wrote again.

Loneliness: that gray cold feeling which comes over the heart as cloud.

Πάντοτε μόνος.[1]


[1] Always alone.


[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]

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