Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

276 LETTERS WRITTEN BY THOMAS CARLYLE TOHuman stupidity (with the _pew, orwith other implementsin its hand) is extremely potent in thisUniverse ! How I am to quit this Fritz after somuch lost labour, is not clear to me ; stOl less howI am ever to manage any Picture of him on thoseterms. Mirabeau, so far as I can see, is the onlyman of real genius, that has ever spoken of him;and he only in that cursory and offhand way. Inthe end, I suppose I shall be reduced to Fritz's ownletters and utterances, as my main resource, if Ipersist in this questionable enterprise. If I hadbeen able to get any sleep in Germany, my own eyesmight still have done a good deal for me ; but thatalso was not possible : the elements were too strongfor so thin a skin ;I was driven half-distracted afterfive or six weeks of that sort,—and to this hour theStreet of the Linden, and with it all Berlin, is incurablyreversed to me; and I cannot bring theNorth side out of a southern posture in my fancy,let me do what I will. I remember Lobositz, however; I remember Kunersdorf too in a very impressivemanner ;and wish I had gone to Eeinsberg,to Prag, to Leuthen &c. &c.My wife had a pleasant Note from Miss Wynneat Eome the other day : Eome seems full of interestto the two fair Tourists, and they are doing well,—inthe middle of a largecolony of English visitants, ifother interests should fail. It is a very welcome