You had me going for a minute there when you said Jimmy Wales had been asking for me.

Of an evening, I like to play chess. i.e., On some evenings, I like to play chess.

That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, / To untell the days, and to redeem these hours.

A spirit of ultraism seems to pervade the whole community. The language of Milton's archdevil Evil, be thou my good is the creed of modern reformers, or, in other words — anything for a change. What is to come of all this, I have not wisdom even to guess. It is an age of transition and whether you and I live to see the elements of the moral and political world at rest, is, I think, extretmely doubtful.