
Nothing very new or different—bad bad enough—the fiendish indigestion block continued—heavy torpor increasing—the burial house in Harleigh well toward finished—I paid the constructor $500 last week—(as far as I can see I am favor'd in having Ralph Moore as my alter ego in making it)—I wish to collect the remains of my parents & two or three other near relations, & shall doubtless do so—I have two deceased children (young man & woman—illegitimate of course) that I much desired to bury here with me—but have ab't abandon'd the plan on acc't of angry litigation & fuss generally & disinterment f'm down south—
Kennedy has printed a short criticism of "Good-Bye"—finds it without the sign-marks of early L of G—praises it highly tho'—As I get toward estimate—but that is more in the forming than settled state—f'm my own point of view I accept without demur its spurty (old Lear's irascibility)—its off-handedness, even evidence of decrepitude & old fisherman's seine character as part of the artism (f'm my point of view) & as adherence to the determin'd cartoon of personality that dominates or rather stands behind all of L of G. like the unseen master & director of the show—
W W
