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pretty good, if even that.
Maud takes me out every day under the pine tree, makes me sit while she reads aloud Freeman's shorter work on Sicily.
I enjoy this. ... I have just read Froude's “Ceesar,” which Sanborn says he hates, but which I found as readable as a novel.
Am also reading a work of Kuno Fischer on “Philosophy,” especially relating to Descartes.
Now you know, Miss, or should know, that same had great fame, and sometimes blame, as a philosopher.
But he don't make no impression on my mind.
I never doubted that I was, so don't need no “cogito, ergo sum,” which is what Carty, old Boy, amounts to. Your letter, dear, was a very proper attention under the circumstances.
Should n't object to another.
Lemme see!
objects cannot be subjects, nor vice versa. How do you know that you washed your face this morning?
You don't know it, and I don't believe that you did. You might consult H. Richards about some of these particulars.
He is a man of some sense.
You are, bless you, not much wiser than your affectionate
Returned to Oak Glen, after the celebration, she writes:--
To her son and his wife
Oak Glen, October 1, 1909.
.. I found my trees still green, and everything comfortable.
I did not dare to write to any one yesterday, my head was so full of nonsense.
Reaction from brain-fatigue takes this shape with me, and everything goes “higgle-wiggledy, hi-cockalorum,” or 