voices，andbythelight-Icraveyourpardon-bythetwilightofthreevilecandlesfilteredthroughthemediumofmymosquitobar。Badinkbeingoftheparty，Iwritequiteblindfold，andcanonlyhopeyoumaybegrantedtoreadthatwhichIamunabletoseewhilewriting。
IsaidIwastired；itisamildphrase；mybackachesliketoothache；whenIshutmyeyestosleep，IknowIshallseebeforethem-aphenomenontowhichbothFannyandIarequiteaccustomed-endlessvividdeepsofgrassandweed，eachplantparticularanddistinct，sothatIshalllieinertinbody，andtransactforhoursthementalpartofmydaybusiness，choosingthenoxiousfromtheuseful。AndinmydreamsIshallbehaulingonrecalcitrants，andsufferingstingsfromnettles，stabsfromcitronthorns，fierybitesfromants，sickeningresistancesofmudandslime，evasionsofslimyroots，deadweightofheat，suddenpuffsofair，suddenstartsfrombird-callsinthecontiguousforest-somemimickingmyname，somelaughter，somethesignalofawhistle，andlivingoveragainatlargethebusinessofmyday。
ThoughIwritesolittle，Ipassallmyhoursoffield-workincontinualconverseandimaginarycorrespondence。Iscarcepullupaweed，butIinventasentenceonthemattertoyourself；itdoesnotgetwritten；AUTANTENEMPORTENTLES
VENTS；buttheintentisthere，andformeinsomesortthecompanionship。To-day，forinstance，wehadagreattalk。I
wastoiling，thesweatdrippingfrommynose，inthehotfitafterasquallofrain:methoughtyouaskedme-frankly，wasIhappy。HappysaidI；Iwasonlyhappyonce；thatwasatHyeres；itcametoanendfromavarietyofreasons，declineofhealth，changeofplace，increaseofmoney，agewithhisstealingsteps；sincethen，asbeforethen，Iknownotwhatitmeans。ButIknowpleasurestill；pleasurewithathousandfaces，andnoneperfect，athousandtonguesallbroken，athousandhands，andallofthemwithscratchingnails。HighamongtheseIplacethisdelightofweedingoutherealonebythegarrulouswater，underthesilenceofthehighwood，brokenbyincongruoussoundsofbirds。Andtakemylifeallthrough，lookatitforeandback，andupsidedown，-thoughIwouldveryfainchangemyself-Iwouldnotchangemycircumstances，unlessitweretobringyouhere。