Talked, or tried to talk, with R.W.E. Lost my time—nay, almost my identity. He, assuming a false opposition where there was no difference of opinion, talked to the wind—told me what I knew—and I lost my time trying to imagine myself somebody else to oppose him.
I remember reading this one in the great biography of Emerson, Emerson Among the Eccentrics--their frustration with each other expressed itself mostly in their respective journals.
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