There is no sense of weariness like that which closes in a day of eager and unintermittent pursuit of pleasure. The apple is eaten, but "the core sticks in the throat." Expectation has then given way to ennui, appetite to satiety.
Christian Nestell BoveeA profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.
Christian Nestell BoveeTruth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.
Christian Nestell Bovee