n
nWell,
my book is written--let it go. But if it were
nonly
to write over again there wouldn't be so
nmany
things left out. They burn in me; and they
nkeep
multiplying; but now they can't ever be
nsaid.
And besides, they would require a
nlibrary...
n-
Letter to W. D. Howells, 9/22/1889