Forgive me, my dear friend, breaking into my story by these reflections. Were I rapidly to pursue my narration, without thinking, without reflecting, I believe I should hardly be able to keep in my right mind, since vehemence and passion would then be always uppermost; but while I think as I write, I cool, and my hurry of spirits is allayed. (Clarissa Harlowe to Anna Howe, Letter 78)
Monday, February 11, 2008
"My hurry of spirits is allayed"
Sentences in this week's Clarissa reading most likely to appear, unrevised, in a stream-of-consciousness e-mail written by me: