“My work has been nominally
                           published for two weeks and two days; really, I don’t believe it is published yet.
                           How helpless am I, at this distance from head-quarters! Can you—will
                           you—assist me in ascertaining whether it was advertised in the ‘Chronicle,’ ‘Courier,’ ‘Times’ and ‘Herald?’ Do me this favour by calling at the Royal Institution and looking
                           over the files of the newspapers’; and again, in writing to me on this subject,
                           just say whether you think the work published, in the sense of palam factum. As for writing tales, God knows, my dear
                           friend, I feel but too far—too much inclined to indulge in this idle, heedless
                           passion. I dream of cascades and that is βάθος
                              ύλης so sweet, so inspiring, and so profitless, unless
                           the dream be painted by more able brushes. No; should this work succeed, should the
                           soothing breath of ‘Well done!’ speak comfort to my almost frozen heart, my
                           vocation is irrevocably fixed, and the year rolls not away, provided I have health,
                           unproductive of something more 
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