But he had a room all last summer, and did nothing.

Then, he worked himself out by riding for three or four hours together--there has been little poetry done since last winter, when he did much.

He was not inclined to write this winter.

The modelling combines body-work and soul-work, and the more tired he has been, and the more his back ached, poor fellow, the more he has exulted and been happy--'_no, nothing ever made him so happy before_'-- also the better he has looked and the stouter grown.

So I couldn't be much in opposition against the sculpture--I couldn't, in fact, at all.