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initiating chaos, while we pack up the apartment & then a total blank - in which space of time, I might do almost anything, from proffessional swill-pail emptying, to staying with you where I discover which of these would seem the most beneficial to myself & to others, I shall let you know - at the present moment the project of swill-pails seems more in accord with my instincts. I don't know where you are, nor do I care particularly - and if this doesn't teach you, I don't think it would matter much or little to anyone - I have been submerged completely & totally in Emerson's essays of late, & could make head or tail out of any except a few - In fact I might almost say that I had been drowning in "intellect" for the past few days, nor shall I every reach shore. My only hope seems to be to grasp each stick as I go by, & perhaps by aid of accumulation, I may eventually float at peace. I am at last overcome by one of the inevitable instincts which I don't approve of - namely sleep, & I fear that this time, I shall have to give in to it - I'll call you up when I get to town. Love - Katherine. Wednesday.