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Under what circumstances would I not avoid the...
Under what circumstances would I not avoid the pit of hell?) Omnia Romae venalia suntHell has its price! If there be anything behind this instinct it will be valuable to trace it afterwards accurately, so I had better commence to do so, therefore…

RSanguine temperament, great physical strength, morbidly excitable, periods of gloom, ending in some fixed idea which I cannot make outI presume that the sanguine temperament itself and the disturbing influence end in a mentally-accomplished finish, a possibly dangerous man, probably dangerous if unselfishIn selfish men caution is as secure an armour for their foes as for themselvesWhat I think of on this point is, when self is the fixed point the centripetal force is balanced with the centrifugalWhen duty, a cause, etc is the fixed point, the latter force is paramount, and only accident or a series of accidents can balance it

LETTER, QUINCEY PARTHUR HOLMOOD

25 May

My dear Art,

We've told yarns by the campfire in the prairies, and dressed one another's wounds after trying a landing at the Marquesas, and drunk healths on the shore of TiticacaThere are more yarns to be told, and other wounds to be healed, and another health to be drunkWon't you let this be at my campfire tomorrow night? I have no hesitation in asking you, as I know a certain lady is engaged to a certain dinner party, and that you are freeThere will only be one other, our old pal at the Korea, Jack SewardHe's coming, too, and we both want to mingle our weeps over the wine cup, and to drink a health with all our hearts to the happiest man in all the wide world, who has won the noblest heart that God has made and best worth winningWe promise you a hearty welcome, and a loving greeting, and a health as true as your own right handWe shall both swear to leave you at home if you drink too deep to a certain pair of eyesCome!

Yours, as ever and always,

Quincey PMorris

TELEGRAM FROM ARTHUR HOLMWOOD TO QUINCEY PMORRIS

26 May

Count me in every timeI bear messages which will make both your ears tingle

Art

CHAPTER 6
MINA MURRAY'S JOURNAL
24 July-Lucy met me at the station, looking sweeter and lovelier than ever, and we drove up to the house at the Crescent in which they have roomsThis is a lovely placeThe little river, the Esk, runs through a deep valley, which broadens out as it comes near the harbourA great viaduct runs across, with high piers, through which the view seems somehow further away than it really isThe valley is beautifully green, and it is so steep that when you are on the high land on either side you look right across it, unless you are near enough to see downThe houses of the old town--the side away from us, are all red-roofed, and seem piled up one over the other anyhow, like the pictures we see of NurembergRight over the town is the ruin of Whitby Abbey, which was sacked by the Danes, and which is the scene of part of "Marmion," where the girl was built up in the wallIt is a most noble ruin, of immense size, and full of beautiful and romantic bitsThere is a legend that a white lady is seen in one of the windowsBetween it and the town there is another church, the parish one, round which is a big graveyard, all full of tombstonesThis is to my mind the nicest spot in Whitby, for it lies right over the town, and has a full view of the harbour and all up the bay to where the headland called Kettleness stretches out into the seaIt descends so steeply over the harbour that part of the bank has fallen away, and some of the graves have been destroyed

In one place part of the stonework of the graves stretches out over the sandy pathway far belowThere are walks, with seats beside them, through the churchyard, and people go and sit there all day long looking at the beautiful view and enjoying the breeze

I shall come and sit here often myself and workIndeed, I am writing now, with my book on my knee, and listening to the talk of three old men who are sitting beside meThey seem to do nothing all day but sit here and talk

The harbour lies below me, with, on the far side, one long granite wall stretching out into the sea, with a curve outwards at the end of it, in the middle of which is a shop lighthouse