. . . “Your silence of ten days (ten days it was to me) after you quitted the Terra Firma of England, filled me with a thousand anxieties. I thought you were drowned:
‘Though not a blast from Œol’s cave had strayed: The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope, with all her
sisters, played.’ |
250 | WILLIAM GODWIN |
“I have hardly any news. While you wander from province to province, and every day see wonders that you never saw before, we barely vegetate. . . . This tremendous fit of wet weather totally deprives me of my understanding. It feels as if it turned all my brain into a soft pulp, where no conceptions would stay, and all the traces ran into each other.”