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Whitman said: "I am jogging along in the old pathway and my old manner, able to be wheeled about some
days and in rainy weather content to stay shut up in my den, where I have society enough in my books
I see a good many actors, who seem to have a fondness for my society. The death of George H.
"Tennyson still writes to me, as do Buchanan and my German friends.
"John Burroughs is my oldest literary friend now living.
Olympian day at the Ritterhouse, when Whitman and Burroughs visited us together, I told Whitman of my
"My words itch at your ears till you understand them," he had said.
My heart was palpitating, my nerves tingling, and every sense was alert as we entered the little house
I paused—my nervousness quite gone—feasting my eyes, warming my heart,—when lo!
I have dismissed whatever insulted my own soul or defiled my body.
"My rendezvous is appointed," I murmured, as I kissed him.