Awful day ― sunless, & pouring rain ― happily not cold.

Breakfast at 8 & wrote letters ― / when the “femmine” went to church ― to

J. Hutchinson
W. Holman Hunt.
A. Empson
E. Newsom.
J. Edwards &
W. Beadon.

Pouring rain. Shewed Photographs.

(As a sample of how even intelligent middleclass Angli know of foreign affairs, Bern asked me, “Where is the Pope now?”)

At 4 he & I walked a bit as it held up half an hour, but returned wet.

Sleep & deadly Anglo Sunday God hating idolatrous puritan Pharisee silence & sermon reading. ―

At 6 dinner, & better fun. But I weary of English Sundays, & must break off from lying conveniently lowly.

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