Baskett__William_Taylor_Diary_2

with Funk – to Funk’s regret. Talked “Calico” with fellows around supper time. Wickliffe tries for another record in writing to his dear little Peggy – guess it will be forty pages to-night. Studied 150 pages of Criminal Law in review. Rather dull day. Bed at 11:45 ———————————

— Tuesday — Nov 10/03 Letters from Eleanor & Julius She talked in a funny house strain — among other things she said — "Between us there is a line, — you can never pass over it and it grieves me deeply to know that it is my fault. If

I come not to night to advocate any Utopean scheme I come not to praise the South and its valiant heroes who have gone I come not to sing the Songs of chivalry and so to proclaim the glories of a Rome {Why}

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is strange sitting here at an unknown hour, pouring over a series of events that have happened to us, — running over the most pleasant things and lingering sorrow — fully over those that we regret. Yes it is strange— But strangeness they say begets friendship Is this true? I hope so, etc I'll be darned if I understand