Tuesday, 27 August 1861
Villa Petraja. 3
One of the perfect days of weather, bright, calm, not hot. But at sunset there came a great “sea=fog” ― & I suppose there will be rain tomorrow.
Morally also, & physiologically διὰ ἐμὲ, ˇ[(τὸν εαυτόνμου,)]1 the day was somewhat better. Worked before breakfast ― & afterwards off & on. Paper came late, & took long to read. ― dined at 4 ― boiled fowl. Worked again till 7 ― dusk ― then prowled ― from 7.30 ― to 8.30. ―
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]
- For me (myself) (NB). [↩]