TC TO JOHN FORSTER ; 23 March 1858; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18580323-TC-JF-01; CL 33: 193
TC TO JOHN FORSTER
Chelsea, 23 March 1858
Alas, dear Forster, I must not think of it! I am weak as water; bothered to death with the thousandfold disgusts of this most wretched of all human enterprises;—and in fact, am fitter for going to the Hospital of Incurables than meeting the merry faces of friends. I have no horse either, for the last two months;1 but am beginning to be taught that I must send for him again.
One sole comfort there is, that before very long I shall and must be out of this inhuman affair, on better terms or worse!
Yours ever truly / T. Carlyle