The "cold in head" still grips me. As I write the sun shines out clear & inspiriting—y'r letter comes—Ed has been down to the bank to deposit some cheques for me—My sister from Burlington has just been here & the sweetest young 16 y'r girl that exists—most magnetic & attractive & blended—I am sitting here in the big chair & every thing goes on ab't the same as ever.
Walt Whitman