From my room I can see her. She comes pacing majestically right underneath my window. Her book is the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius.
I pause . . . .
Then . . . . My Pens! . . . . I write
CURRENTE CALAMO.
[CHAPTER XVIII.]
MORE SUNDAY THOUGHTS—IN MY ROOM—A TELEGRAM—IMPOSSIBILITIES—INTERRUPTION.
appy Thought for Sunday.—Write down meditations. Like Marcus Aurelius did. Why not go in for Sunday Books? Telegraph to Popgood and Groolly (my publishers, who have been in treaty with me for two years about Typ. Developments), and say,