Keats, J: Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends

Excerpt: ...What a stupe-She is superior as a Rose to a Dandelion. When we went to bed Brown observed as he put out the Taper what a very ugly old woman that Miss Robinson would make-at which I must have groaned aloud for I’m sure ten minutes. I have not seen the thing Kingston again-George will describe him to you-I shall insinuate some of these Creatures into a Comedy some day-and perhaps have Hunt among them- Pg 197 Scene, a little Parlour. Enter Hunt-Gattie-Hazlitt-Mrs. Novello-Ollier. Gattie. Ha! Hunt, got into your new house? Ha! Mrs. Novello: seen Altam and his Wife?-Mrs. N. Yes (with a grin), it’s Mr. Hunt’s, isn’t it?-Gattie. Hunt’s? no, ha! Mr. Ollier, I congratulate you upon the highest compliment I ever heard paid to the Book. Mr. Hazlitt, I hope you are well.-Hazlitt. Yes Sir, no Sir.-Mr. Hunt (at the Music), “La Biondina,” etc. Hazlitt, did you ever hear this?-“La Biondina,” etc.-Hazlitt. O no Sir-I never.-Ollier. Do, Hunt, give it us over again-divine.-Gattie. Divino-Hunt, when does your Pocket-Book come out?-Hunt. “What is this absorbs me quite?” O we are spinning on a little, we shall floridise soon I hope. Such a thing was very much wanting-people think of nothing but money getting-now for me I am rather inclined to the liberal side of things. I am reckoned lax in my Christian principles, etc. etc. etc. December 29. It is some days since I wrote the last page-and what I have been about since I have no Idea. I dined at Haslam’s on Sunday-with Haydon yesterday, and saw Fanny in the morning; she was well. Just now I took out my poem to go on with it, but the thought of my writing so little to you came upon me and I could not get on-so I have began at random and I have not a word to say-and yet my thoughts are...