1867 March 23 17r 31
I cannot explain the deep emotion with which I open this book again. Here I write but never after read what I have written for what I write is done in the process of forming a conception. Yet I cannot forget that here are the germs of the theory of the cate gories which is (if anything is) the gift I make to the world. That is my child. [Thru ?] it I shall live when oblivion has me -- my body.