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:
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)

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