. please forgive this tardiness, but i don't like to write letters while i am traveling because for letter-writing i need more than the most necessary tools: some silence and solitude and a not too unfamiliar hour.

　　we arrived in rome about six weeks ago, at a time when it was still the empty, the hot, the notoriously feverish rome, and this circumstance, along with other practical difficulties in finding a place to live, helped make the restlessness around us seem as if it would never end, and the unfamiliarity lay upon us with the weight of homelessness. in addition, rome (if one has not yet become acquainted with it) makes one feel stifled with sadness for the first few days: through the gloomy and lifeless museum atmosphere that it exhales, through the abundance of its pasts, which are brought forth and laboriously held up (pasts on which a tiny present subsists), through the terrible overvaluing, sustained by scholars and philologists and imitated by the ordinary t

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