Insufferable steaming heat on August fourteenth Makes it impossible
for me to eat even a few bites. I have been worried about scropions at
night; And now there are even more flies after autumn has begun.
Robe and belted, I am about to scream madly in the office, Especially
when they bring more papers to pile high on my desk. I gaze at the
green pines over narrow gullies in the Southern Mountains; How I
wish I might tread barefooted on packed ice!