[October 31st. Morris's Death.] ... It was so long a time, wasn't it? - and meant youth and growth and wonder, and a world to conquer - and as time goes on we shall see what a world he conquered. I must confess death makes the glorious more glorious as it extinguishes the inglorious - and already I feel him far removed and cling to my memory most of the days when we seemed equal and began tales. Not that ... does not leave me in low spirits, for he tells me long histories of how much he has been loved of women and what deeds they have done for his sake in Pontus, and ASsia, and the furthermost parts of Cyrene, and no man likes to hear that; and I believe it all, for why should he tell untruths. So he leaves me low-spirited and more set upon my work, where success is even more uncertain and failure even more discouraging.