Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask myself,
"Have I been a Stimulating Influence today?
Or have I failed?"
Fothergil Finch says I Stimulate HIM!
Poor, dear man! — he's becoming quite — quite — well, er — er — TOO encouraged, if you know what I mean.
Yes, that is the way with poets.
I doubt if ANY poet ever understood a purely
Platonic Friendship.
I gave him a long, long look last evening and said,
"Fothergil, CAN you keep on the Platonic Plane?"
He only said, "Alas! The Platonic Plane!"
I hope he can. I need him for my Salon.
I'm having the entire ground floor of the house done over for that, you know, and I may reopen it any time now!