‘Of my Mahometan Superstition – dread as to the destruction of Paper, I am almost ashamed to confess to myself, waht pulling back of Heart I feel whenever I wish to light a candle or kindle a fire with a Hospital or Harbour Report/and what a cumulus lie upon my Table, I am not able to conjecture what use they can ever be, and yet trembling lest what I thus destroyed might be of some use, in the way of knowledge. This seems the excess of a good feeling; but it is ridicilous. Monday, Feb. 11, 1805.’
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, ‘The Notebooks of Samuel Taylor Coleridge’. Volume II. 1804 – 1808. Text. Lemma 2446.
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