Friday, January 23, 2015
An Old Decayed Thistle
Adam Sedgwick, letter to his niece Fanny Hicks (May 2, 1842), in John Willis Clark and Thomas McKenny Hughes, The Life and Letters of the Reverend Adam Sedgwick, Vol. II (Cambridge: At the University Press, 1890), p. 42:
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And, do you know, I am so sour-faced and ill-tempered, and abominably cross, and so hate myself, that I do not think you would now, if you saw me, give me one corner of your heart, or a single kiss. You might just as well kiss an old decayed thistle, which would leave its prickles sticking to your lips. Is not this a sorry account to give of myself? But alas! it is not more sorry than true.
