He often met largecalamities with a serenity which almost resembled indifference. You can't go directto that man, a perfect stranger, and convince him of anything. The country home I need, he said, fiercely, is a cemetery. We were off the following afternoon: Howells, Robert Underwood Johnson,one of the Appletons, one of the Putnams, George Bowker, and others wereon the train.
It was the evening of Monday, April 3d, when he landed in New York andwent to the Hotel Glenham. I was naturally astonished, and immediately wrote:I did fall and skin my shin at five o'clock yesterday afternoon, but howdi I could stand any amount of that, he said, and presently: Life is toolong and too short. Not all, for he could not always escape, and perhapsdid not always really wish to.
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