'I told you at the inn in London, I am heavy company for myself, sometimes.

I have been a nightmare to myself, just now--must have had one, I think.

At odd dull times, nursery tales come up into the memory, unrecognized for what they are.

I believe I have been confounding myself with the bad boy who "didn't care", and became food for lions--a grander kind of going to the dogs, I suppose.

What old women call the horrors, have been creeping over me from head to foot.