July 30, 2008
When you get tired of reading all the beautiful words by lousy human beings, and come to the end of your patience with the voluminous indeed inexhaustible mediocrities of goodness, what to do? I suggest – I don’t know. Let him think. And if there are no words to this place give him back the [...]
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I never shall forget the indulgence with which he treated Hodge, his cat: for whom he himself used to go out and buy oysters, lest the servants having that trouble should take a dislike to the poor creature. . . . I recollect [Hodge] one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast, apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend smiling and half-whistling, rubbed down his back, and pulled him by the tail; and when I observed he was a fine cat, saying 'why yes, Sir, but I have had cats whom I liked better than this;' and then as if perceiving Hodge to be out of countenance, adding, 'but he is a very fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.'