They certainly always look it.

I hope some notice will appear, as your paper, or rather yourself, is a great force in London and when you speak men listen.
I of course feel that the poem is too autobiographical and that real experience are alien things that should never influence one, but it was wrung out of me, a cry of pain, the cry of Marsyas, not the song of Apollo.

Still, there are some good things in it.

I feel as if I had made a sonnet out of skilly, and that is something.
When you return from Monte Carlo please let me know.

I long to dine with you.
As regards a comedy, my dear Frank, I have lost the mainspring of life and art--_la joie de vivre_--it is dreadful.