Can we bring this word back? It’s so much fun.

I am losing character my friend, because I am not over complaisant to the spirit of clamour, so that I am in a fair way to be out with every body. With one set, I am considered as a friend to military pretensions however exorbitant, with another as a man, who secured by my situation from sharing the distress of the army, am inclined to treat it lightly. The truth is I am an unlucky honest man, that speak my sentiments to all and with emphasis. I say this to you because you know it and will not charge me with vanity. I hate Congress—I hate the army—I hate the world—I hate myself. The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you and Meade. Adieu

A Hamilton

My ravings are for your own bosom.
The General and family send you their love
New Bridge, Sep 12, ’80

Nine days after this letter was written, Benedict Arnold committed treason against the Continental Army and fled to the enemy side.