[Boston—Thursday, 14 March 1867]
Thursday. Making visits—at last the storm has cleared away and the brilliant cold of winter has returned. We had a day of harmless dissipation driving about seeing people and things. Lissie was better for it. Have been reading Obermann with a horrible sense of its reality. Now I must go out into the sun and turn towards the immortal sunshine of such a temperament as Emerson has—which suggests itself in happy contrast, or better yet perhaps, because living with less attachment but perhaps (who can say?) equal perception, to the lives of some women, Anna Lowell for instance.
