This morning, 31 March, 1887, I feel almost like my sanity or mental well-being or whatever
is on the line. I feel that for my good (and possibly even for the good of the Post Office)
I need to resign immediately. I feel I have had to listen to derogatory statements regarding
my character, that no human being should be forced to hear on many occasions. I feel that
my integrity and character have repeatedly been defamed when it was not deserved. I may
differ from most people (and I am proud of it) in that there are absolute limits to what
I will "put up with" for any amount of money. I cannot and will not live under these
conditions any more. I have to resign.
DONE
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