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 HEN a sort of haziness comes over the mind, making one feel weary of articulated or written signs of ideas, does not the notion of a less laborious mode of communication, of a perception approaching more nearly to intuition seem attractive! Nathless, I love words: they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind. Without them in our present condition our intellectual strength would have no implements."

(1841).