TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 2 March 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18480302-TC-JF-01; CL 22: 259
TC TO JOHN FORSTER
[2? March 1848]
Dear Forster,—I cannot do this thing at all: my malediction on it! It is like the Irishman playing on the fiddle,—who had never tried. I declare I am filled with horror, and feel as a monster to myself!—
Come tonight by all means. Some farther balderdash (not very much) about “republic” I will either have finished then, or else have given it up. Confound it!—
Ever yours /
T. Carlyle
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