January 1835-June 1836

The Collected Letters, Volume 8


TC TO JOHN STUART MILL; 2 June 1836; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18360602-TC-JSM-01; CL 8:351-352.


Chelsea, Thursday [2 June 1836]

My dear Mill,

On Thursday morning, instead of Monday, I write to say not that I have begun Mirabeau, but that I have determined to begin it,—in spite of Nature and my stars.1 To begin; and also to end: so you would have it. On Saturday come a fortnight we shall see what has produced itself:—surely the fatallest Sooterkin2 evolved in these times. Invitâ, invitissimâ Minervâ!3

I have yet no scheme of the thing; that frightful quarry of Mémoires,4 with its 8 volumes of “shot rubbish,” must be rummaged over again, for I find I have forgotten all specialties of it, and kept almost no Notes. I have spent all my interest for the man; also the East wind is blowing. You may expect one of the worst Articles you ever read; an Article that will do you no good,—except as testifying the wish I have always to do what you ask of me. This is not vain higgler's speech; but too sad a truth: preparation for the sad result that is coming. Enough; let us to work!

With a head dry as the remaining biscuit; with a heart full of all unspeakabilities—

Good be with you! /

T. Carlyle.