
Letter 319 (9 June 1866) T. W. Higginson Emily Dickinson
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Amherst
Dear friend
Please to thank the Lady. She is very gentle to care.
I must omit Boston. Father prefers so. He likes me to travel with him but objects that I visit.
Might I entrust you, as my Guest to the Amherst Inn? When I have seen you, to improve will be better pleasure because I shall know which are the mistakes.
Your opinion gives me a serious feeling. I would like to be what you deem me.
Thank you, I wish for Carlo.
Time is a test of trouble
But not a remedy -
If such it prove - it prove too
There was no malady.
Still I have the Hill, my Gibraltar remnant.
Nature, seems it to myself, plays without a friend.
You mention Immortality.
That is the Flood subject. I was told that the Bank was the safest place for a Finless mind. I explore but little since my mute Confederate, yet the "infinite Beauty" - of which you speak comes too near to seek.
Dear friend
Please to thank the Lady. She is very gentle to care.
I must omit Boston. Father prefers so. He likes me to travel with him but objects that I visit.
Might I entrust you, as my Guest to the Amherst Inn? When I have seen you, to improve will be better pleasure because I shall know which are the mistakes.
Your opinion gives me a serious feeling. I would like to be what you deem me.
Thank you, I wish for Carlo.
Time is a test of trouble
But not a remedy -
If such it prove - it prove too
There was no malady.
Still I have the Hill, my Gibraltar remnant.
Nature, seems it to myself, plays without a friend.
You mention Immortality.
That is the Flood subject. I was told that the Bank was the safest place for a Finless mind. I explore but little since my mute Confederate, yet the "infinite Beauty" - of which you speak comes too near to seek.
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