I am an old slowcoach, and your scheme makes me tremble.
God knows in one sense I am about the last man in England who ought to throw cold water on any review in which you would be concerned, as I have so immensely profited by your labours in this line.
With respect to reviewing myself, I never tried: any work of that kind stops me doing anything else, as I cannot possibly work at odds and ends of time.

I have, moreover, an insane hatred of stopping my regular current of work.

I have now materials for a little paper or two, but I know I shall never work them up.

So I will not promise to help; though not to help, if I could, would make me feel very ungrateful to you.

You have no idea during how short a time daily I am able to work.