I arrived here on Thursday evening, after a mighty disagreeable ride, and a mighty whimsical accident in crossing the Delaware, the particulars of which I shall reserve till we meet. As I promised to write you the politics and news of Philadelphia, I will do it this day; for the snow storm rages so incessantly, that I cannot go abroad. This you will say bodes a long letter, and I fear you will not be mistaken. I would entertain you with a splendid account of those illuminations and fire-works, which, if we may believe the Philadelphia newspapers, were to have been the most brilliant imaginable, but I arrived too late, and only know by hearsay the accident, which happened to them, and which you may know too by consulting the newspapers. The exhibition would have been perfectly ridiculous, but for the death of one spectator, and the wounds of others. These are subjects on which pleasantry is misplaced. I have been however to see the place, which was to have been the most splendid of all possible places, and truly if the projectors had intended to fire this city, it was an ingenious invention.Not quite a direct correlation, but close enough for Gaian work. Hat/tip mode this week: Morris always comes through. When I want a connection or reference to something in that era, the biography always gives me more than I expected. Morris was a sharp observer with a Swiftian view of the world.
Labels: Carbon Cult, From rights to duties
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