for his dinner, and left marginal notes to an �animal� back on his native country
Ireland in which he denounced Leith Ritchie as �a liar�, a �mean man� & the
like whenever he penned anything not eulogistic. ^|But it also appears from Testimony
of Brooks and Fagan, defunct Paterson was sometimes drunk for a fortnight
together. Verily the Evil that men do lives utter them.| White�s a good fellow & sensible.
Robinsons a red headed & brusque, abrupt-speaking dry-goods man � a good business
man I suppose. Keating�s an information-sprinkled snob. Fagan [words crossed out]
[words crossed out] says �warnish� for varnish. For the others I see little of them.
How I should be hated if folks knew what I scored down in this book about
�em! And yet in Heaven�s name were all to avow what they really thought of those
they meet in daily life, how surprised each other-body would be to find that he
had been put in scales, as well as a weigher himself. The world would never tol-
erate truth however in daily inter course; besides t�would be unpleasant, � we�d
all look like devils to one another! And any unfortunate Diarist who was
detected in surreptiously swigging at the waters from Truths well � ([words crossed
would be universally ostracised. Everybody would have an interest in stoning him.
A dangerous varlet to go about with torch, lighting up foul corners and dirty
holes in the souls of good folks. Faith were no not content to take the
conventional-masks bestowed on mankind for the real faces, each twenty four
hours would be a crusade, or a day in the pillary. / Let me
see now, amongst those who will come in mind at present, what would be the
result of their knowing my thoughts and scribblings about em. [words crossed out]
[words crossed out]. Barth wouldn�t ^|hate me|, though his vanity would be touched.
has a warm heart & quick feelings. Alf Waud would think kindly of me.
I would he could feel the friendship for me I could for him. I admire him,
he�s such a manly fellow. Dear friends should we have been had he known
me earlier. Charley Brown � poch! He�s be astonished; � perhaps chuckle
to think he had [unclear word] me into a false estimate of his character. But he�d
be wild at knowing the talk held of him in his absence. Boutcher�s shrewd-
ness would mark the contradictions and swayings to and fro of my narration.