Saturday, August 06, 2016
A Crime
Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, letter to his mother (November 1802), in Letters from and to Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, Vol. I (Edinburgh: William Blackwood and Sons, 1888), pp. 150-151:
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I am in despair about Boyse. He hath committed a crime (by report), the greatest, the most foolish, that man can be guilty of—a crime which will imbitter the remainder of his life, and render him odious and contemptible in my eyes for ever. How can I write it that it may not strike you with horror! He hath done what is shameful for very young, or very old men, and ridiculous for men of middle age to do—he hath married a wife. I shall never be able to abide him more, with his dear rib, and filthy squalling devils of children.
