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Text for Page 208 [02-27-1856]

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  27.  Wednesday.   Catherine Street & down town.  Wri-
ting, making progress.               Wurzbach came in the
evening with letter from Joe Greatbatch, in Australia,
for his father.         Out with him, and called on
Banks, whom we took to the Ornithorincus.  He was
generally dreary.   He is unable to get a publisher for
the heaps of bosh he has scribbled for the last five years,
is going to get out a volume on his own expense, devoting
part of his salary to it.     Well, it is as well he should
do so as squander it on liquor.         Banks in prosperity
is every way objectionable.      He insults everybody. Yewell
and Arnold, the former as kind a fellow as is anywhere
feel him to be a nuisance.                   Haney and Sol
coming, Banks left.  Out with them after drinks, to
a newly started Cafe chansant, where was a dreary
ball fizzling out � and meeting Gaylor in Broadway
returned with him to the Ornithorincus.   In the upper
room were Yewell, Arnold and O�Brien.     Sol had
received $30 or so to day, so he must needs stand
drinks and a snack.        Talk of Walt Whitman�s poem,
politics, and miscellanous matters.            O�Brien decla-
ring that Milton was not a poet.                  I don�t
like an inch of him.     Theres an insufferable assumption
of superiority over everybody about him which is either
exasperating or ridiculous � as you are affected by it.  Me
it exasperates.     His insolent wide open eyes, swell moustache
and whiskers and Irish pretense are un-get-over-able.               
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