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company, burst into one peal of laughter after
another. There was besides so much that was
excellent and really sensible in what she said, and
I felt that there was so much heart in the zealous
little creature, that I could not help liking her, and
gave her the promise she wished for. With her
was another lady, as quiet as she was active, a
female professor of phrenology, who wished to
get hold of my head. But my poor head has now
enough to do to hold itself up in the whirl of
society life.
Thursday, November 22. Is there anything in
this world more wearisome, more dismal, more
intolerable, more reckless, more sumptuous, more
unbearable, anything more calculated to kill both
soul and body, than a big dinner in New York?
For my part, I do not believe there is. People sit
down to table at half past five or six o’clock; they
are still sitting there at nine o’clock, and being
served with one course after another, with one
rich dish after another, eating and remaining
silent. I have never experienced such a silence as at
these great dinners. In order not to go asleep, I
am obliged to eat, to eat without being hungry,
and dishes, too, which do not agree with me. And
all the while I feel such an emotion of impatience
and wrath at this mode of wasting time and God’s
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