"Write to your sister; get her to send your belongings from Casa Rolandi, together with a ream of scribbling-paper.

I shall be out of doors most of the day, and no one will disturb you here.

Use the opportunity like a man.
Fall to.

I have a strong suspicion that it is now or never with you." "I doubt whether I could do anything here." "Perhaps not on a day like this; but it is happily exceptional.
Remember yesterday.

Were I a penman, the view from this window in sunlight would make the ink flow nobly." Elgar was mute for a few minutes.
"I believe I need a big town.