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I read this afternoon in the book. I read its first division which I never read before.

Harry Fritzinger talked some with W. while I was there.

Harry is a sailor—lived for some time in San Francisco.

Had today fixed up the books for Coates "with mine own hand." Autographed them.

I said: "Your book acquits you of that weakness." "Weakness? Madness, you mean. So it does.

With his hand on the book he said: "And do you know, Horace, there's poetry in that book—poetry after

He intimated that their design was to help me along—give the book a lift.

And did you know—I guess none of us did—that the head there (and in the book, too) is not the head he

Delivered the books to Coates, repeating to him what W. had said about the copies left.

Did not "think however" that he "would read Donaldson's immense book."

once more and closed his book and laid it aside.

He wants my book to be personal.

Then he added: "Tell all of them this for me—tell even Bucke: tell them this book, this big book, this

My interest in the books and my consideration for you!

But I will not believe it until the books are in my possession.

a thousand copies of the Linton portrait in the back room but sheet too small to fit into the big book

Linton once used his portrait in a book he prepared for Bohn—asked my permission, which I granted.

I seem to have only one thing in mind—only one: the book, the book, only the book—and you, who are my

other self pledged to the same single undertaking: you and the book—you are in my mind day and night

since, assenting to the substitution of other words, &c. as prepared by you, in your reprint of my book

"So that's the book?"—and again: "Here it is at last—and after such a siege!"

"It belongs in—I consider it a part of the history of the book—integral.

I had thought we might have a book like this"—picking up the Epictetus—"but our book is so much bigger

Turned the book over and over.

Isn't that better than writing books?" "But don't it come to you because you have written a book?"

Burroughs had left word that the substance of the Carlyle papers which W. advised him to put into a book

"Then I don't think I ever got the book," said W.

If John had sent me such a book I know I should have taken to it first.

Pointed out a pile of the books over on the floor.

working here in Atty Gens office—same posish—have good health—expect to bring out new editions of my books

The fact is the books went to his London address and were not forwarded.Yours affectionately,Cyril Flower

He said: "If you'll remember that I'm only living to sign the six hundred books, you won't feel so proud

At any rate, the book is bound to sell, if money enough is spent circulating the Reprints and advertising

Ditto you with the L. of G.You should send copies at once to Vanity Fair, Momus, The Albion, The Day Book

at any particular time or at all: for the effect is bad.I want to do great things for you with the book

Had been reading Pardoe's book again. "I tried to do some work today but gave it up.

Was worried some about the books.

There are just two great modern books—Faust and Leaves of Grass." W. laughed mildly.

I am very dependent on you, Horace, for all the work of the books: if you fail me all will fail—I might

Gilchrist's book—the book she completed.

Was much in favor of having his advertisement in the book.

"It's as much a part of the book as the reading pages."

Liked the size of the big book.

I am glad you have been able to bring your books so near completion.

Spoke of opponents of L. of G. who "had never read the book."

Instanced the case of one who without reading it dismissed Donnelly's book with a negation.

"I will look the book all over to-morrowtomorrow."

I looked for and picked up the book.

I have no interest in such books—none at all.

"I liked it well—so well I was not satisfied until I had got the full book.

He has "read the book more than once." Has been reading Miss Pardoe's book again. "I tell Dr.

Chase picked up the book and asked: What is this here for?

At one moment he said: "I shall be glad when this cursed book is out.

If there is something wrong in the book: "Well, thank the Lord it's na worse."

Laid book down.

"There are one or two sheets of the book not as well printed as I should like, but all in all it is fine

"There should be something," he added, "to differentiate the book—something its own: perhaps this would

Indeed, it would itself be history.I saw your letter about the prisoners.

Williamson sent money for a book which he never got.

Yet it is not to be forgotten that there were circumstances attending the production of the book which

I have been reading Miss Pardoe's book.

Questioned me also: would it be advisable to include heads of his father and mother in big book?

W. talked but slightly except as concerning the book.

McKay asked: "When will the book be ready?" I answered: "Next week." W. assented. Harned came in.

"Except in cases like Pepys and Shakespeare he confines himself to American books."

Does any one call the book itself, call me, high art?

Among the very first things to show up were these books—these Emerson books, John's.

W. asked: "All on one book?" "Yes." "That's extravagant!"

"It's not 'this cursed book' with me, as with Carlyle, but, I guess, the being cribbed, confined, and

W. much disappointed because Oldach had no books for us today.

Got Ferguson's bill: one hundred seven dollars for press work on the big book.

I may write you, by mail, further about the book, and other matters.

I find that with regard to the abridged books I hate 'em more and more.

He was still looking at the book: "I have sort of an idea but can't state it."

He put the book down. "And how is everything with you today, Horace?"

W. took Morse's new address and said he would send a book to Blake. Photo on the lounge.

W. broke out vigorously: "Yes, he has—and I consider that a poisonous, insidious book: all such books

Indeed, the book—this book—is among the few that frankly accept the facts of opposition—gives them a

"Books, eh?" queried W., as he shook my hand. At once began to question me about the day.

I opened the package and piled the books at his feet.

Endorsed a book for Bucke: "Dr. R. M.

Afterwards he asked permission to use it in the Bohn book.

Said to me about the book: "And precious little in it for you so far—nothing but work, work."

Laid book face down, open, on a basket of old paper. Seemed a trifle depressed.

McKay liked the book—not the binding. Said of the latter: "That's a hell of a mess!"

My own taste in books is for very narrow margins and as small a page as possible—making all books books

for the pocket so people would get into the habit of carrying books about with them and reading books

W. advised me to insure the sheets of the books.

McKay said to me today, again: "This is a hell of a book for shape," &c.

Said Lippincott, Porter and Coates and others had "laughed the book out of face."

McKay proposed coming over Tuesday with book and to make settlement with W. on old matters.

be visiting the dear old land again next year, probably having to look after the bringing out of a book

Then there is the book! it has had to be guarded against all counter-inspirations."

The Ibsen book did not interest him.

Tonight, when I referred to the subject, he expressed no interest in the book.

Today I borrowed the book. He said at once warmly: "I am glad—glad.

They used to say—they would say still—that it is a green book.

I always associated that book with Volney's Ruins, which was another of the books on which I may be said

I had with me the six hundred and more first folds of the big book.

Has them in a scrap book.

Tom said: "There's nothing in this book, Walt, to shock people."

I would rather hear such news of my book than have the celebres celebrate it.

After considerable uncertainty he became a maker of school-books—books of a superior cast: they really

Held the book sort of in the air as he read. Eyes wide open. Hat on.

Saw From a Photograph WALT WHITMAN (During the war) me—laid the book down: "Howdy? Howdy?"

displaced, never able to heat the room: he sitting here, a pad on his knee, writing, sometimes—sometimes a book

that do not particularly interest me because of an end beyond the book that I have in view: on that

But I'm more anxious to get the book to the people." "Sure—but the one helps the other."

It is appropriate: the looking out: the face away from the book.

Consider it in that way: I am not literary, my books are not literature, in the professional sense: I

am after nature first of all: the out look of the face in the book is no chance.

That was immediately after the Massachusetts affair: the books sold a-hellin'.

"Did your books before that period net you anything in particular?"

Gilchrist's book.

Just today I came across an old Herald—Boston Herald—in which Kennedy referred to that book.

Said: "I feel guilty: I have not yet sent books to Burroughs and Morse: I will not delay much longer:

No acknowledgment of the book from Bucke. W. interprets B.'

I hope David McKay will do better with it than he has done with your other books.

Laid the book down.

single copy of the elect six hundred: I have, however, read some more in the sheets of the complete book

of authors—the books from which we quote extracts.

They had consented to produce the book.

The books were put into the stores. But nobody bought them. They had to be given away.

I called for Dave's book this morning but Mrs. Davis said Ed was not up.

"Your book is full of anarchism and Henry George." He looked at me: "You mean by implication?

Did I know Harry Bonsall—the son? "He is dead—died up in the asylum."

Exclaimed then of Harry the father: "Poor Harry! he has a siege of it!"

Dave had already heard of The Herald notice through Boston inquiries after the big book.

I left McKay's book at his store early this morning. Asked W.: Was McKay over? He had been.

"We talked of the big book: I told him I wanted to give you fellows carte blanche—at least with that

He had told McKay "he could have the book for four dollars—a third off": could "have some of them now

But W. protested: "That may be: but this book as it stands is essentially the book, irrespective of expensive

"I was glad he liked the book-enjoyed having it come: he deserved it: he had been kind to me."

W. sitting reading book catalogue.

, the last third or half of the book probably justifies the first.

This book did not depress him. "It is on the whole brighter than the other Carlyle books."

McKay suggested that some means be taken to get the book into England.

Suggested also that the books should be numbered.

Gave W. copy complete book bound for his personal use. Contains memos and cor- rections.

I could make it finally into a book that would be very valuable to you."

Then: "When I have lighted out you must put in your claim for the book."

I think somebody sent me the little book of poems but I am afraid I never read them."

"The books done! who can measure what that means to me?"

Asked at once about the book: what had been done to-daytoday?

rejection"—adding: "I suppose it is a question of durability: it remains to be seen how far these present books

is, a notable event—not easily dismissed: but to make certain about it I looked all through my note book

to-daytoday and through the check book: there was not a sign of it: besides, the draft was marked as

My book is my best letter, my response, my truest explanation of all.

Questioned me concerning big book.

McKay smoking his cigar—I with my book under my arm. Beguiled the time with talk.

s estimate for the book was a dollar twenty-four a copy.

They are to have a book reception. Have asked me to read a paper there. W. said: "Do it."

' book, but of course that is understood to be declined also.

Had bundled up a number of books together and laid on table for me.

I said I had consented to write a paper for the Book Reception at C.'s church.

He looked at me inquiringly: "I should say not: I know nothing about books: thank God I don't!"

The Potter picture is startling but it is not good—it don't hit me."

W. still says he wishes to read the book.

I said: "A book for you to read." He put on his glasses—opened the book.

How well they make the books nowadays. Yes: I am sure I shall enjoy it: sure."

His pleasure in the book was childlike. Said again: "There is not a picture of Holmes here?

: "Then they put on their own bindings—yellow for books of poetry—and what for history?

W. said he had "looked up all the records—check book, note book"—to see if he could "possibly have slipped

W. quickly: "Just that: a rare man: knowing nothing of books, knowing everything of life: a great big

prisons were worse than our own?"

into a prison?"

Then back to the Southern prison subject. His tone was very deep and earnest.

W. had DeKay's Nimrod—"a book-poem: it was large, finely printed, beautifully bound."

"I have seen him: I met him once in the Old Corner Book Store." "In Boston?" "Yes—in Boston." When?

But he clearly remembered "the old book store: Holmes was there: we said a few words: probably words

that he did not know enough to talk on that subject—enough about me: that he should go back to the books

He asked me about the book.

I suggested that we might some day have a W. gallery—a book giving W.'s portraits—lots—all—of them.

W. asked: "And he don't think the books we have here will do?"

McKay still argues that the books should be numbered.

I could see no sensational sale for the book anyhow.

eloquent book.

them live again in a book.

I should be glad to see his book sell, if only the most of people could make anything of it.

The book is open and plain enough, certainly, to those who are on the same plane of thought with himself

, but the majority of men want "a book to join them in their folly"—and their damned trifling conventionalities.I

out of my skin—feel as if I must yell, leap, raise hell—do anything to break down the walls of my prison

I said to W. that I thought Dave was not dissatisfied not to have his imprint on the big book.

W.: "I guess he understands: I do not regret myself that the book stands as it does."

Had he "made a mistake in keeping the book thoroughly personal?"

self: it would be personal with or without a publisher: that 'sthat's the start and finish of the book

We were just talking of personal things—of the Leaves—the complete book: we insist upon the personal:

in as much prosperity as may be necessary for the poet.For myself, after some five years' work on a book

still belongs to Walt Whitman, who gives freest consent to its use for any of the purposes of the book

"It's not for me to be anxious whether the book sells or don't sell, but whether it holds an answer within

said: "I liked November Boughs better in the proofs than in the copy: I like it better now in the book

I can never accept a book for any surface importance it may have: I trust November Boughs for its long

I shouldn't accept money from him for this book anyway." Signed the book. At Germantown today.

Was it just the thing for authors to market their own books?

My theory is that the author might be the maker even of the body of his book—set the type, print the

book on a press, put a cover on it, all with his own hands: learning his trade from A to Z—all there

—"I think John sent me thirty dollars for one book in 1876—that was the amount?"

W. said: "Before you go open the bundle: I want to send copies of the book to Blake and Sidney."

In Blake's book he first wrote "fiend" for "friend": laughed over it: "That strikes a tragic note!"

He waited for himself some time before he decided just what he wished in Burroughs' book.

McKay thinks he will sell a thousand copies of the book, "at least."

Dear Walt—I delivered the book to Mr.

I hope Walsh won't feel sore to see it in the book: I intended it for him: if I hadn't got into trouble

Havelock Ellis in the Preface to the Ibsen book says:"It is only by the creation of great men and women

I did not read the book.

The book just accidentally turned up—I have had it for years: so I tackle it again. Why do I read?

Then said: "I've about decided to have one hundred of the books made up at once."

I only asked because I saw Welsh dealt in old books.

I can hardly doubt that Bacon is the true author—the book so fits into his scheme.

Bucke has written me about his book. Can anything be done to make Rees Welsh publish it?

As usual on ill days he asked anxiously concerning book matters. Had the Linton cut come?

C. said he came over if for no more than to shake hands and thank him for the book.

Took the Carlyle book from my hands—looked at picture of Mrs. C.

Then he handled the book fondly (Mendum, Boston)—looking it all over, cover and inside.

There was some banter between W. and Harned over the prospective reviews of the book.

however, was not, as I understood him, making allusion so much to the form as to the spirit of the book—the

I said this: "I do not find one note of disappointment or despair in the whole book."

"Garland also seems to have intended sending something to The Transcript about the book but Kennedy has

I want to say also that I did not write that little notice of your book in Transcript.

I asked W.: "You don't keep an account book?" "Mercy, no! it's unheard of!

Letter from Blake today acknowledging the book. Blake says: "I am enjoying Morse exceedingly.

When I originally suggested no publisher's imprint on the big book he was favorable.

my renewed questions on that point rejoiced me: "No—no—no name at all—mine alone: this will be my book

above the head—then this below: "Poems and Prose of Walt Whitman—1855-1888: Authenticated and Personal Book

because it succeeds better than either of the others in stating the wonderful personal nature of the book

Saw McKay and told him W. had sent Williams a book.

No word from Stedman, Morse or Burroughs, acknowledging the books.

I will pay youWalt WhitmanIIICamden Monday Evn'g Oct. 22 '88 DaveI don't see how I can make the books

I alluded to Fanny Wright's book, which I am now reading.

She got along beyond that after a time: she was young when she wrote that book—eighteen, I think.

W. is still reading the sheets of the big book.

"That's pretty good for my book," he said. I had a proof of the title portrait with me at last.

"It is fine indeed: I am almost tempted to put it in the book as it is, without the lettering."

It will be a standard book for many a day.

I am heartily glad if the books have been put to any use.

W. said: "I don't attach much importance to sending the book broadcast: a half dozen papers in New York

I do not agree with Dave that the book will sell: it may have a purchaser here or there but will get

In the case of the big book my design is to get everything safely into authentic shape before speculating

Then leaned over and pushed books and papers about on the floor until he found an envelope addressed

I asked if he had yet examined the Conway books.