but to study oratory and etiquette, sit in the sun, and pick up the
fruits as they fall. Navigator's Island is the place; absolute
balm for the weary. - Ever your faithful friend,

R. L. S.



Letter: TO MRS. SITWELL



SWANSTON. END OF JUNE, 1875.

THURSDAY. - This day fortnight I shall fall or conquer. Outside
the rain still soaks; but now and again the hilltop looks through
the mist vaguely. I am very comfortable, very sleepy, and very
much satisfied with the arrangements of Providence.

SATURDAY - NO, SUNDAY, 12.45. - Just been - not grinding, alas! - I
couldn't - but doing a bit of Fontainebleau. I don't think I'll be
plucked. I am not sure though - I am so busy, what with this d-d
law, and this Fontainebleau always at my elbow, and three plays
(three, think of that!) and a story, all crying out to me, 'Finish,
finish, make an entire end, make us strong, shapely, viable
creatures!' It's enough to put a man crazy. Moreover, I have my
thesis given out now, which is a fifth (is it fifth? I can't count)
incumbrance.

SUNDAY. - I've been to church, and am not depressed - a great step.