Charles Armitage Brown:
If Mr. Keats and myself are strolling in a meadow, lounging on a sofa, or staring into a wall, do not presume we're not working. Doing nothing is the musing of the poet.
Fanny Brawne:
Are these musings what we common people know as thoughts?
Charles Armitage Brown:
Thoughts, yes, but of a weightier nature.
Fanny Brawne:
Sinking thoughts.
Charles Armitage Brown:
Not really, Miss Brawne, musing, making one's mind available to inspiration.
Fanny Brawne:
Mr. Brown? As in amusing?
Charles Armitage Brown:
[fuming]
Mrs. Brawne:
Mr. Brown, our thought are all very simple so you never need worry about interrupting us. And we should be happy if you would join us for dinner on any day.
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