compoop as the case may be. She craves admiration of all,
says the rudest things, flirts with anybody, is in no one
thing to be relied on, � yet is withal still spirituelle,
fascinating in her wild way.
Common-place like & dislike,
jangling, spites, hates, patched up reconciliation � what a life! /
Left about 11.
25. Monday. Stirred out not at all, save for meals.
Day horribly, depressingly, dimally drizzly. Felt miserable,
as I always do in wet weather. Boy Jennison in and out.
Waud came. Left him in room while I dined, found Morse
on my return. He stayed an hour or so. I don�t like
the man over much. He loafs through life, � being Epicu-
rean in philosophy. Has read, knows somewhat; has the
credit for talent, talks sometimes commonplace, sometimes
a pitch above it, & vents mouldy puns. Seems content
in the company of asses overmuch. Little Edward Great
batch came, stayed an hour or two.
As I grow older how much reason I see to honor and love
good simple-hearted people. People who are true, who
are honest in affecting to be but what they are. Now Mary
Ann & Mr Greatbatch are not brilliant people, � he, a
man of sense, somewhat bittered it may