TC TO THOMAS STORY SPEDDING; 12 May 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18490512-TC-TSS-01; CL 24: 47
TC TO THOMAS STORY SPEDDING
12 May, 1849
How can it be possible that we should, in any conceivable circumstances, “forbid the Enterprise!”1 The enterprise is good and indispensable, be the times or seasons what they may.— Tonight we are out, and tomorrow and Monday Nights; the more is my sorrow like to be!— But after that, we are yours for any evening Mrs Spedding and you will please to fix upon. And for your individual behoof, I individually am here between 2 and 3 o'clock any day,—tomorrow even; tho' tomorrow, and next day, and next, I can expect to be nothing but very wretched, with a nervous-system all shattered to nonsense! The “customs of society” do not suit me well in this present generation.
I will keep your address too; and see if at any time I can get so far to the North:—but that is not very hopeful, while there is a prospect of your coming higher; I seldom get beyond St. James's Parish, and indeed am much overwhelmed in litter of various kinds at present,—a third edition of Oliver, and far worse things than that!
Any day between two and three you may hit me here; any evening after Monday us both here. I could talk with you for about a month in proper situation it appears to me.2
Yours ever truly /