Sunday 13 December 1668

(Lord’s day). Up, and with W. Hewer to the Office, where all the morning, and then home to a little dinner, and presently to it again all alone till twelve at night, drawing up my answer to Middleton, which I think I shall do to very good purpose — at least, I satisfy myself therein; and so to bed, weary with walking in my Office dictating to him [Hewer]. In the night my wife very ill, vomited, but was well again by and by.


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Robert Gertz  •  Link

Whoa, that was some rebuttal. I imagine Middleton staring at pages upon pages and simply crushed by quantity, let alone quality.

Terry Foreman  •  Link

And so far it's just a draft, not yet writ "fair" by Gibson, the man with the best handwriting. RG, I know it's a SPOILER to say so, but this may take a few days.

Mary  •  Link

"weary with walking in my office dictating....."

A vivid picture of our friend at work. He is one of those individuals who cannot formulate and dictate an argument whilst sitting still.

Andrew Hamilton  •  Link

Weary with walking in my Office. Vivid indeed, but is this a sign of fatigue from mental exertion in an anxious cause or of physical decline in a man who (before buying his carriage) used to think nothing of a walk of ten miles or more.

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