The Collected Letters, Volume 25


TC TO SARAH AUSTIN ; 29 May 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500529-TC-SA-01; CL 25: 86


Chelsea, Wednesday morning [29 May 1850?]—

My Dear Mrs Austin,

We are not to be permitted to see you tonight. Jane purposed yesterday to make use of both your invitations: But this morning she is in the hands of HEADACHE her old enemy; very unwell indeed. Our Servant is very ill; and we have a stranger servant in her stead, who also is not well. My Brother and I have cold; he sneezing, I coughing: thus we keep up, for our part, the ewigen Dissonanzen [eternal dissonances], “the diapason closing full in man.”1— Literally, it is a sick house this; and, I think, a sickish kind of world.

Believe me always, / Affectionately yours, /

T. Carlyle.