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 to this

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

Terry Foreman   Link to this

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 to this

"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 to this

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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