January-July 1843

The Collected Letters, Volume 16


TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 10 June 1843; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18430610-TC-JF-01; CL 16: 194-195


[ca. 10 June 1843]

Dear Forster,—I blush for myself; I did mean to write to you, however, and should have done it, in about an hour hence. Patience and shuffle the cards!1

It will be shameful to write on Dr Francia, when one really has and can have nothing but a kind of balderdash to write about him:—and yet, on the other hand, after all this higgling and hanging off and on, it will be very shameful not to write about him!2 Yesterday, after some painful reflexion, I decided that the latter shame was the greater; and accordingly here I am this morning, probing for some footway thro' endless quagmires,—in fact actually writing (and blotting, so it must go for a time) about ‘Dr F.’ or ‘S. America,’ or Heaven knows what: about something I will give you from 16 to 20 pages within the next ten days: I have said it,—for my sins and yours! And so adieu, and say not a word of it!

Ever yours (in great affliction)

T. Carlyle