[Glenridding House, Patterdale.]
My dear F.
I despatched all the slips yesterday to Clowes, but confound them they have not sent me any revises.— I believe that I accepted all your corrections, in Ch VII chiefly omissions & one great transposition.2 I fought against some but was soon convinced that all were immense improvements.— I have nothing in the world to do, which I shd. not much care about this, if the weather was decent, but it is as cold as winter.— & the lake as black as ink with breakers(!) on the shore & the sky like lead. Rain is driving by the north wind against the windows & all is cold & dismal.—3
Your affectionate & dismal Father. | C. Darwin
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