This is a long letter, but you are not at all bound to answer it. Possibly, if you do answer it, and direct it to Herman Melville, you will missend it – for the very fingers that now guide this pen are not precisely the same that just took it up and put it on this paper. Lord, when shall we be done changing? Ah! It’s a long stage, and no inn in sight, and night coming, and the body cold.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
One of my abiding interests is the flow of time. I've discussed it on here on several occasions. Here's an interesting passage, in a letter from Herman Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne: