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10 October (1869): Lewis Carroll to Georgina Watson

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I had just time to look into the kitchen, and saw your birthday feast getting ready, a nice dish of crusts, bones, pills, cotton-bobbins, and rhubarb and magnesia…

9 October (1818) John Keats to James Augustus Hessey

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I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest—

8 October (1776): John Adams to Abigail Adams

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In general, our Generals were outgeneraled on Long Island…

7 October (1948): Wallace Stevens to Thomas McGreevy

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The house in which I was born and lived as a boy faced west and wherever I have lived if the house faced any other way I have always been pulling it round on an axis to get it straight…

4 October (1960): Carl Sandburg to Paula Sandburg

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Give this enclosure to whoever shd send me a ballot to mark for JFK—

3 October (1839): Nathaniel Hawthorne to Sophia Peabody

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…Now, good night, truest Dove in the world. You will never fly away from me; and it is only the infinite impossibility of it that enables me to sport with the idea…

1 October (1950): Philip Larkin to Monica Jones

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I hope too your room doesn’t look sad & lonely now my lethargic cadging figure isn’t in it.

30 September (1941): Eudora Welty to Diarmuid Russell

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What you look for in the world is not simply for what you want to know, but for more than you want to know, and more than you can know, better than you had wished for, and sometimes something draws you to a discovery and there is no other happiness quite the same…

27 September (1963): E.B. White to Stanley Hart White

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I feel like a spider in a bathtub—can’t get my dragline anchored to anything. (I also walk into glass doors, and take the bruises.)

24 September (1859): Emily Dickinson to Dr. and Mrs. J. G. Holland

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We talk of you together, then diverge on life, then hide in you again, as a safe fold. Don’t leave us long, dear friends! You know we’re children still, and children fear the dark…

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