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mosquito nets。 Before the sun rises； at 5。45 or 5。50； Paul
brings me tea； bread； and a couple of eggs； and by about six
I am at work。 I work in bed … my bed is of mats； no
mattress； sheets； or filth … mats； a pillow； and a blanket …
and put in some three hours。 It was 9。5 this morning when I
set off to the stream…side to my weeding； where I toiled；
manuring the ground with the best enricher； human sweat； till
the conch…shell was blown from our verandah at 10。30。 At
eleven we dine； about half…past twelve I tried （by exception）
to work again； could make nothing on't； and by one was on my
way to the weeding； where I wrought till three。 Half…past
five is our next meal； and I read Flaubert's Letters till the
hour came round； dined； and then； Fanny having a cold； and I
being tired； came over to my den in the unfinished house；
where I now write to you； to the tune of the carpenters'
voices； and by the light … I crave your pardon … by the
twilight of three vile candles filtered through the medium of
my mosquito bar。 Bad ink being of the party； I write quite
blindfold； and can only hope you may be granted to read that
which I am unable to see while writing。
I said I was tired； it is a mild phrase； my back aches like
toothache； when I shut my eyes to sleep； I know I shall see
before them … a phenomenon to which both Fanny and I are
quite accustomed … endless vivid deeps of grass and weed；
each plant particular and distinct； so that I shall lie inert
in body； and transact for hours the mental part of my day
business； choosing the noxious from the useful。 And in my
dreams I shall be hauling on recalcitrants； and suffering
stings from nettles； stabs from citron thorns； fiery bites
from ants； sickening resistances of mud and slime； evasions
of slimy roots； dead weight of heat； sudden puffs of air；
sudden starts from bird…calls in the contiguous forest … some
mimicking my name； some laughter； some the signal of a
whistle； and living over again at large the business of my
day。
Though I write so little； I pass all my hours of field…work
in continual converse and imaginary correspondence。 I scarce
pull up a weed； but I invent a sentence on the matter to
yourself； it does not get written； AUTANT EN EMPORTENT LES
VENTS； but the intent is there； and for me （in some sort） the
companionship。 To…day； for instance； we had a great talk。 I
was toiling； the sweat dripping from my nose； in the hot fit
after a squall of rain： methought you asked me … frankly； was
I happy。 Happy （said I）； I was only happy once； that was at
Hyeres； it came to an end from a variety of reasons； decline
of health； change of place； increase of money； age with his
stealing steps； since then； as before then； I know not what
it means。 But I know pleasure still； pleasure with a
thousand faces； and none perfect； a thousand tongues all
broken； a thousand hands； and all of them with scratching
nails。 High among these I place this delight of weeding out
here alone by the garrulous water； under the silence of the
high wood； broken by incongruous sounds of birds。 And take
my life all through； look at it fore and back； and upside
down； … though I would very fain change myself … I would not
change my circumstances； unless it were to bring you here。
And yet God knows perhaps this intercourse of writing serves
as well； and I wonder； were you here indeed； would I commune
so continually with the thought of you。 I say 'I wonder' for
a form； I know； and I know I should not。
So far； and much further； the conversation went； while I
groped in slime after viscous roots； nursing and sparing
little spears of grass； and retreating （even with outcry）
from the prod of the wild lime。 I wonder if any one had ever
the same attitude to Nature as I hold； and have held for so
long？ This business fascinates me like a tune or a passion；
yet all the while I thrill with a strong distaste。 The
horror of the thing； objective and subjective； is always
present to my mind； the horror of creeping things； a
superstitious horror of the void and the powers about me； the
horror of my own devastation and continual murders。 The life
of the plants comes through my fingertips； their struggles go
to my heart like supplications。 I feel myself blood…
boltered； then I look back on my cleared grass； and count
myself an ally in a fair quarrel； and make stout my heart。
It is but a little while since I lay sick in Sydney； beating
the fields about the navy and Dean Swift and Dryden's Latin
hymns； judge if I love this reinvigorating climate； where I
can already toil till my head swims and every string in the
poor jumping Jack （as he now lies in bed） aches with a kind
of yearning strain； difficult to suffer in quiescence。
As for my damned literature； God knows what a business it is；
grinding along without a scrap of inspiration or a note of
style。 But it has to be ground； and the mill grinds
exceeding slowly though not particularly small。 The last two
chapters have taken me considerably over a month； and they
are still beneath pity。 This I cannot continue； time not
sufficing； and the next will just have to be worse。 All the
good I can express is just this； some day； when style
revisits me； they will be excellent matter to rewrite。 Of
course； my old cure of a change of work would probably
answer； but I cannot take it now。 The treadmill turns； and；
with a kind of desperate cheerfulness； I mount the idle
stair。 I haven't the least anxiety about the book； unless I
die； I shall find the time to make it good； but the Lord
deliver me from the thought of the Letters！ However； the
Lord has other things on hand； and about six to…morrow； I
shall resume the consideration practically； and face （as best
I may） the fact of my incompetence and disaffection to the
task。 Toil I do not spare； but fortune refuses me success。
We can do more； Whatever…his…name…was； we can deserve it。
But my misdesert began long since； by the acceptation of a
bargain quite unsuitable to all my methods。
To…day I have had a queer experience。 My carter has from the
first been using my horses for his own ends； when I left for
Sydney； I put him on his honour to cease； and my back was
scarce turned ere he was forfeit。 I have only been waiting
to discharge him； and to…day an occasion arose。 I am so much
THE OLD MAN VIRULENT； so readily stumble into anger； that I
gave a deal of consideration to my bearing； and decided at
last to imitate that of the late …。 Whatever he might have
to say； this eminently effective controversialist maintained
a frozen demeanour and a jeering smile。 The frozen demeanour
is beyond my reach； but I could try the jeering smile； did
so； perceived its efficacy； kept in consequence my temper；
and got rid of my friend； myself composed and smiling still；
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