"Love leads me on, no end of love appears.
Is this the heaven, poets, that ye paint?
Oh then, how like damnation to be blessed!"
* * * * *
I informed Ruth, Darrie, Penton that I was going to New York in the
morning....
Penton immediately whisked out of my sight, full of uncontrollable
emotion....
Darrie and Ruth almost fell upon me, trying to persuade me not to rejoin
Hildreth. I evaded by saying that I was now on my way to Europe, that
possibly I might see her before I went, but--
* * * * *
I had an hour till train time. My MSS. was packed again, my Josephus, my
Homer, my Shakespeare, my Keats, my bath robe.