David M. Randolph (1798–1825) to Nicholas P. Trist, 6 Oct. 1820
When moments like the present occur (as they frequently recur do) when the fiend Ennui preys upon my mind, which like the entrails of Prometheus only is renovated to be again devoured; where shall I turn for consolation, but to the friend of my bosom, and such I fondly believe you to be, your...