Quick, dead

Up, and to the office, where sat all the morning, and at noon with my people to dinner, and so to the office, very busy till night, and then home and made my boy read to me Wilkins’s Reall Character, which do please me mightily, and so after supper to bed with great pleasure and content with my wife. This day I hear of poor Mr. Clerke, the solicitor, being dead, of a cold, after being not above two days ill, which troubles me mightily, poor man!

all the morning people
busy and mad

and I content
with being dead

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 1 December 1668.

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