Regarding the Bohemian attitude about rich men. Transcription: [com]position. Tact, talent and pluck is to be respected, let it be put to what purpose it may. I respect facts, and wherever you see a rich man there is a fact there's no getting over. His money represents somebody's intellect and application. He may be oaf or dolt but it wasn ?t his oafishness or doltishness that produced his success ? that part of him was right enough, whether rightly applied or perversely. The miserable pseudo-Bohemian cant against rich men has its origin in self dissatisfaction and envy. Literary men who do
Regarding the Bohemian attitude about rich men. Transcription: [com]position. Tact, talent and pluck is to be respected, let it be put to what purpose it may. I respect facts, and wherever you see a rich man there is a fact there's no getting over. His money represents somebody's intellect and application. He may be oaf or dolt but it wasn ?t his oafishness or doltishness that produced his success ? that part of him was right enough, whether rightly applied or perversely. The miserable pseudo-Bohemian cant against rich men has its origin in self dissatisfaction and envy. Literary men who do it always over-rate themselves as most people who live in cliques do. But rich men can afford to let 'em rail. What the devil does it matter to Dives if Fitz-slasher pitches into purse-proud 'plutocrats' ? as poor [William] North was fond of calling 'em, in the 'Monthly Squirt' or the 'Weekly Fizzle?' He knows that his dinner and wines are very real, and very good; and that Fitz-slasher would be only too glad to dine with him. I like Scotchmen. I like their tremendous nationality, their pluck, vigor, honesty, kindness to one another. And I almost detest Irishmen. They lie, and they lie, and they lie! And the truth is not in them! Nothing can be more inherently, radically, eternally diverse than English and Irish natures! 8. Monday. Down town, to Genin's with [William] Leslie. He bought a $28 cloak for a baby nephew ? is off for Philadelphia. Met [Mortimer] Thomson. To Harpers. Talk with [Charles] Nordhoff and [Alfred] Guernsey. Snow storm ? to Post Office, Pic Office &c. A letter from home, from my mother [Naomi Butler Gunn], God bless her! Written on my birthday. Also one inclosed from Naomi [Gunn]. Sam [Gunn] is doing well at Harrow, Minnie [Gunn], poor thing has had a baby which died at three days old. Mrs [Ann] Bezly has invited my father [Samuel Gunn, Sr.] and mother to Bloxam; her mother [Charlotte Gunn] is confined to her bed. My father 'is in a miserable state of min
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