...thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose, — that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me; and the malicious Devil is for ever grinning in upon. me, holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me, — I shall...

...thing under the sun. Try to get a living by Truth — and go to the_Soup Societies. Heavens! . . . "A presentiment is on me — I shall at last be worn...pieces by the constant attrition of the wood, that is, f the nutmeg. What I feel most moved to write, that is banned — it will not pay. Yet, altogether,...

...was by circumstances. " The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose, — that, I fear, can seldom be...mine. Dollars damn me ; and the malicious Devil is for ever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar." Domesticity was not a perfect refuge for his...

...was by circumstances. " The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose, — that, I fear, can seldom be...mine. Dollars damn me ; and the malicious Devil is for ever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar." Domesticity was not a perfect refuge for his...

...thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent grassgrowing mood in which a man ought always to compose, — that, I fear, can seldom be...shall at last be worn out and perish, like an old nutmeg grater, grated to pieces by the constant attrition of the wood, that is, the nutmeg. What I...

.... Even then he understood that he was fighting a losing battle. "My dear Sir," he wrote Hawthorne, "a presentiment is on me, — I shall at last be worn out and perish, like an old nutmeg grater, grated to pieces by the constant attrition of the wood, that is, the nutmeg. What I...

...thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose, —that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me — What I feel most moved to write, that is banned,— it will not pay. Yet, altogether, write the...

...The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose,—that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me; and the...holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me,—I shall at last be worn out and perish, like an old nutmeg-grater, grated to pieces by the constant...

..."The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose,—that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me; and the...forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar" (Letters, p. 128). Melville seems to mean that he was frustrated because he needed money and therefore...

...that would have assured him that he was heard. As he had complained in a letter to Hawthorne in 1851: "Dollars damn me; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. ... I shall be worn out and perish, like an old nutmeg grater, grated to pieces by the constant attrition...