The pollen county has been high, and my hay fever has raged quietly all through the customary membranes. It's suicide for me to arrive here on July first, but I do it anyway. I would really rather feel bad in Maine than good anywhere else.
E. B. White, Letter to Charles G. Muller, July 11, 1937, in Martha White ed., E. B. White on Dogs (Gardiner Maine: Tilbury House, 2013)
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Saturday, July 11, 2015
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