ABSTRACT
San Francisco was the same place, with the same curious feeling of its being cold while one felt the heat; but there was neither place, time nor anything for me; there were things tobuy and replace — all sorts of things had been forgotten, and now more than ever I realize that it is well to be overloaded — even if I believe that later I should feel it. What I want I want badly, and San Francisco is not a place to get it in.
