vulturous, malodorous, and much avoidable phenomenon, in
Transatlantic Bibliopoly! This is accurately true; and so far
as his publisher and he can extract encouragement from this, in
the face of vested interests which I cannot judge of, it is
theirs without reserve....

Adieu, my friend; I have not written so much in the Letter way,
not, I think, since you last heard of me. In my despair it often
seems as if I should never write more; but be sunk here, and
perish miserably in the most undoable, least worthy, most
disgusting and heart breaking of all the labors I ever had. But
perhaps also not, not quite. In which case--

Yours ever truly at any rate,
T. Carlyle

No time to re-read. I suppose you can decipher.




CLXVII. Carlyle to Emerson

Chelsea, 29 January, 1861

Dear Emerson,--The sight of my hand-writing will, I know, be
welcome again. Though I literally do not write the smallest Note
once in a month, or converse with anything but Prussian
Nightmares of a hideous [nature], and with my Horse (who is human
in comparison), and with my poor Wife (who is altogether human,