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’Now,asaproofofmysusceptibilitytoatmosphere,here,asIcomeintomyroom,andturnonthelight,andseethesheetofpaper,thetable,mygownlyingnegligentlyoverthebackofthechair,IfeelthatIamthatdashingyetreflectiveman,thatboldanddeleteriousfigure,who,lightlythrowingoffhiscloak,seizeshispenandatonceflingsoffthefollowinglettertothegirlwithwhomheispassionatelyinlove.
’Yes,allispropitious.Iamnowinthemood.IcanwritetheletterstraightoffwhichIhavebeguneversomanytimes.Ihavejustcomein;Ihaveflungdownmyhatandmystick;Iamwritingthefirstthingthatcomesintomyheadwithouttroublingtoputthepaperstraight.Itisgoingtobeabrilliantsketchwhich,shemustthink,waswrittenwithoutapause,withoutanerasure.Lookhowunformedthelettersare--thereisacarelessblot.Allmustbesacrificedtospeedandcarelessness.Iwillwriteaquick,running,smallhand,exaggeratingthedownstrokeofthe"y"andcrossingthe"t"thus--withadash.ThedateshallbeonlyTuesday,the17th,andthenaquestionmark.ButalsoImustgivehertheimpressionthatthoughhe--forthisisnotmyself--iswritinginsuchanoff-hand,suchaslap-dashway,thereissomesubtlesuggestionofintimacyandrespect.Imustalludetotalkswehavehadtogether--bringbacksomerememberedscene.ButImustseemtoher(thisisveryimportant)tobepassingfromthingtothingwiththegreatesteaseintheworld.
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