JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE ; 6 August 1850; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18500806-JWC-TC-01; CL 25: 143-144
JWC TO THOMAS CARLYLE
Tuesday [6 August 1850]
My Dear, my Dear, my Dear!
I sent off a long letter yesterday, knowing that for the next few days I should have something like the sack of Troy on my hands. The sweeps are here and the white washers and the carpet beaters! and myself is at this moment all over bread crumbs, from cleaning the parlour paper and—and. and. Even Nero has the consideration to leave off jumping for things, and has retired into a “place by himsell.”1
And now “comes to pass”2 a poor son of Adam in want of a bathing cap “by return of post”—and none nearer than Albemarle street will please him!
—Well I will go after the cap—his hair being so long—but for writing—it cannot be asked of me under the present distracting circumstances— Only, a word of thanks for your long letter— Dont mind length—at least only write longly about yourself— The cocks that awake you.—everything of that sort—is very interesting—I hasten over the cleverest descriptions of extraneous people and things to find something “all about yourself”—“all to myself”—
but I must not dawdle
Your affectionate /