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an awful hole somewhere. "An imbecile with very occassional[[strikethrough]] lapses into genius [[/strikethrough]] flashes of genius" And the South Winds eyes were two Little dancing drops of dew, As he puffed his cheeks, and pursed his lips, And blew and blew and blew! And the Sun’s—like diamond-stone, Brighten yet than ever known, As he knit his brows and held his breath, And shone and shone and shone. [[line drawn across page]] [[underline]] beautiful [[/underline]] that! The bumble bee. Happy little Cripple Raggedy man. Some of the realistic poems that do not drop into the commonplace. [[cross hatchings]] [[end page]] [[start page]] Oct 7th Painted Mrs. Tyler. On top of bad drawing. Tried to pretend it was pure amusement purely for me, & it went over very well. One shouldn't try too hard. It stiffens the muscular power of the mind. Felt mean enough having been to see Chevalier, a master artist, the night before with father. But as I walked along I began to feel better & was all right by the time I arrived at Mrs. Tylers. Another proof that it is well to go right along with what you intended to do & pay not too much attention to the body. The mental satisfaction & repose [[strikethrough]] is [[/strikethrough]] generally more than compensation for the fatigue to the body. Chevalier fine. Especially in his pantomime scenes. The Bazaar. An English curate of small intelect. Immersive. Sleek of speech & manner even to the smoothing of his [[insert]] stringy [[[/insert]] black hair.