36/89 When we got to them--handsome gates they are, too, the finest bit of modern wrought-iron work I have seen--when we came to them we stopped, talking there a little while, and then he wished me good-bye and went on. He's a very good fellow, and a warm friend, but a little uncertain and gloomy sometimes; he thinks too much of things. His poetry is rather too erotic and passionate, you know, for some tastes; and he has just come in for a terrible slating from the -- - Review that was published yesterday; he saw a copy of it at the station by accident. O, it is not worth thinking of; just one of those articles written to order, to please the narrow-minded set of subscribers upon whom the circulation depends. |