Do you know, when I came first I felt as if I never could go away.

But now comes the earth side.

Robert, after sharing the ecstasy, grows uncomfortable, and nervous, and unable to eat or sleep; and poor Wilson, still worse, in a miserable condition of continual sickness and headache.

Alas for these mortal Venices--so exquisite and so bilious! Therefore I am constrained away from my joys by sympathy, and am forced to be glad that we are going off on Friday.
For myself, it does not affect me at all.

I like these moist, soft, relaxing climates; even the scirocco doesn't touch me much.