Thursday, 6 December 1860
X2
Horrible dark wet & windy.
C.F. went at 12.30. ―
As for me ― I could not work ― indeed ἦτον παραπολὺ σκοτεινὸν.1 ― So I wrote out my list of paintings ― & screwed in the Palermo: ― & at 4 ― walked on the Terrace. But the wind was strong & high.
5 to 6 Greek. Ἐγευμάτισα μονος.2
C. Fortescue’s going away leaves a regular blank. His accomplished refined mind ― & his kind genial heartiness are not to be found equally easily. ―
Evening ― penned out Troy.
Labour on. ― Ἐάν ἤξευρα ποῦ εἶναι ὁ Γεωργιος καλά ἦτον!3 ―
Dumbly ― I mean ―in dumb suspense I must yet go onward. ―
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[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]