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Original content added by RGL e. Dear Beatrice,βThe pieces of this inkling of a Book, which, with much longing, I dedicate to you, were not all written in the same night, but separated in their execution by intervals for eating and sleeping; and as you know me to be of at least not less nervous vigour than your sweet self for in Thee is not vigour gobbled up in sweetness?
Well, but to maintain the dear fiction of the Winter's Night, I will say this epistolaryβand not as they write big in the volume of the Books, lest you pout : that the curtain having risen, I will present you first a diary-extract of a poor friend now dead; then a little morne drama which I have encountered in the chronicle of one Aventin von Tottenweis; and next a rather dark experience of my own in the dim Northern seas, which, in dream, yet revisits me.
This, then, you should skip recalcitrant roe that thou art on the Mountains of Endeavour! Froude uncommonly said to the dying Carlyle probably having reasons for their carryings-on, of which we cannot even dream.
And truly, dear, this is marvellous in our eyes, or at least in mine. Well, but now, just as that dark Daphne with the gems entangled in her hair turns paling in flight from the red rape of day, I shall spiritualest wine coming last, you know, as at that Marriage once more introduce myself in character this time of lover, and tell how I wooed one of the ladies of my heart at world-illustrious Phorfor. Three days ago! But I am shakenβmy reason is debauched.
