- [Footnote: "You're the Mr. John Brown going shooting Uganda?"
"Yes."
"You want shome one come with you?"
"Yes.". . .
"Share 'spenshes?"
"Yes."
"You put that 'vertisshment in Morning Posht?" "Yes." "I thought sho. Shorry knock you up. Felt I musht tell you. . . . that I'm not coming.". . .] Trusting that this will find you alive, he writes 7. 7. 20, I write to thank you for your letter and to return the book. [The Diary of a Nobody]. It amused me, though I am not prepared to go as far as Rosebinger, Birringer or Bellinger. I could certainly furnish a bedroom without it; in fact, I hope to die before I read it again; I don't rank it with Don Quixote; and I have never seen the statue of St. John the Baptist, so "can't say." I think that Mr. Hardfur Huttle, towards the end, does much to cheer the reader.
I have bought pahnds and pahnds' worth of books; I am rou-inned; and yet I never have aught to read. Can you lend me Huxley's Collected Essays? Can you lend me anything in which somebody "goes for" somebody else? I yearn to read savage attacks; you know what I mean: not attaxi-cabri-au lait, but attacks free from all milk of human kindness.
