As usual, perfect clear cold brightness. Went out at 7.45 ― with Giorgio, to shew him Williams’s home: & to read papers, but the shop was shut. Breakfast, & the man hanging the white room. At 10 to McBean’s, & to the Dogana: where the undoing my largest box ― & the annoyance thereby was unbearable ― all the more that nothing definito at all was done. After working at Mrs. Empson’s Gethsemane, I went to S.W.C. ― who is out now always ― riding, with the al solito1 thinkless set. Then I walked to P. Molle ― & worked at the River scene till 5 ― returning by the banks. Home, & to the Falcone ― & back to Coffee & hear G.’s writing; & to write to Mrs. Hunt also.

Frank’s birthday ― 36 years.

Sleepless night ― indigestion.

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[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]

  1. Italian, “usual.” [↩]