“Want to sleep over?""Absolutely.”
“I wished I could shut it in a locket to wear aroung my neck. I wish a thousand-year sleep would find us, at this absolute second, like the sleep over the castle of Sleeping Beauty.”
“Are we done talking?""Absolutely""Are we going to sleep?""Absolutely not.”
“It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over”
“Saturday 12 July 1823 [Halifax]Could not sleep last night. Dozing, hot & disturbed ... a violent longing for a female companion came over me. Never remember feeling it so painfully before ... It was absolute pain to me.”
“Wrong, wrong, absolutely brimming over with wrongability.”