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to bury myself way off in the country somewhere and try getting close to nature as a remedy to my mysterious woes. Jan 14th Concert at Mrs. Richards in the afternoon. Dined with the Coits with Alice. The Coits' house is very [[strikethrough]] charming [[/strikethrough]] inviting, comfortable and artistic in a practical sort of way. One feels that there is a good deal of real home [[underlined]]life[[/underlined]] in it. The family is completely religious Robert not aggressively so, & George the least of all. George has only what he inherits in his nature, being individually of a tormented and somewhat cynical character, too observant to have a very iron faith in anything. Met the Childs there. Decidedly common in appearance with a [[end page]] [[start page]] fearful twang in their talk. The younger one unbearable. Sunday Have suddenly discovered why Alice loves me! Have often wondered how she could endure one with so little force in her character as I! Eh bien, it is because I have absolutely no preconceived notions & rules about things, and consequently have drawn no conventional boundaries to shut myself into and [[strikethrough]] consequently [[/strikethrough]] am less narrow and limited in my observations than many people of really high intelligence. Aunt Carrie finds it impossible to separate anything, even Alice, whom she loves beyond anyone she has ever known, from her ideas of [[underline]] conscience [[/underline]], [[underline]] right & wrong [[/underline]], what is [[underline]] due [[/underline]] to person whom you love, ect. The consequence is a perfect "bouleversement" of all the structure of her previous ideas and interior suffering. For my part I accept the fact that conscience has nothing