_Couldn't the business with Great Britain be put into Moore's[48] hands_?
It is surely important enough at times to warrant separate attention--or (I might say) attention.

You know, after eight or nine months of this sort of thing, the feeling grows on us all here that perhaps many of our telegrams and letters may not be read by anybody at all.

You begin to feel that they may not be deciphered or even opened.

Then comes the feeling (for a moment), why send any more?
Why do anything but answer such questions as come now and then?
Corresponding with Nobody--can you imagine how that feels ?--What the devil do you suppose does become of the letters and telegrams that I send, from which and about which I never hear a word?
As a mere matter of curiosity I should like to know who receives them and what he does with them! I've a great mind some day to send a despatch saying that an earthquake has swallowed up the Thames, that a suffragette has kissed the King, and that the statue of Cromwell has made an assault on the House of Lords--just to see if anybody deciphers it.
Alter the Civil War an old fellow in Virginia was tired of the world.

He'd have no more to do with it.