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October 27.
I COULD tear open my bosom, I could beat my head against the wall, when I see how difficult it is to communicate our ideas, our sensations to others; to make them enter intirely into our feelings. I cannot receive from another the love, {158} the joy, the warmth, the pleasure, that I do not naturally possess; nor with a heart glowing with the most lively affection, can I make the happiness of one in whom the same warmth and energy are not inherent.