Sent letter to Dickenson.
Slept always, & well!! ― & rose very late.
Nonostante,1 cross ― & crosser that George had done no lessons, ― the fact in itself not vexatious, but his reason for so doing ― “mi c’entrava la testa, ch’era la Domenica, e stavo meglio far niente.”2 ― as his best writing [evenings] had been ever Sundays ― this was absurd. Eyes bad, & could not work.
Returned, & worked very very little.
And 6 papers ― sent from Dickenson, very obliging. ―
At 4½ or 5 called on P.W. ― & walked with him till 6½.
And now to bed.
What a solitary, bad, foolish, unwholesome life!
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]