September 6 Wednesday – In Sanna, Sweden Sam wrote to Joe Twichell.

I’ve no business here—I ought to be outside. I shall never see another sunset to begin with it this side of heaven. Venice? Land, what a poor interest that is! This is the place to be. I have seen about 60 sunsets here; a good 40 of them were clear & away beyond anything I had ever imagined before for dainty and exquisite marvelous beauty & infinite change & variety. America? Italy? the Tropics? They have no notion of what a sunset ought to be. And this one—this unspeakable wonder! It discounts all the rest. It brings the tears, it is so unutterably beautiful.

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Jean is as fine as a fiddle. It is fifty-seven days since she has taken a dose of poison of any kind. By George, for 3 years she lived on it [MTP].