Yes, I think I know how you feel about it, judging by what I feel myself—or rather, did feel, at the time that Mrs. Carlyle’s blistering letters appeared, bracketed all through with Carlyle’s rather-late-in-the-day ejaculations of gushy remorse & noisy affection. It was grisly fun, then, to see k the critics pick their way through the simoomⒶemendation-swept wastes of that old Sahara’s character, hunting for the two or three fresh-water springs & green places that lurked many horizon-widths apart in it, & raising whoopjamboree◊hoos of idolatrous admiration over them when found. And I could have written bile, & blasphemy & horse-laughter about it all, then, but the time went by; & times & inspirations to do things come but once, not twice.

But he is an angel, now. If of the one other-world, he is already educated; if other of the other, his education is mainly before him.