Gray & cloudy calm all day.

We seem to have gone back ― years.

Worked at trees in Corfus, B. C. & D. till 2: ― after which Miss G. & Mrs. N. were to have driven, & I with them. But they wrote to say they would call at 3.30 ― & so they did. ― (Col. Herbert coming by chance also.)

The vexing nature of having 7 unfinished pictures & none other is ridiculous.

The Goldsmid is full of talent. ― We 3 walked to Mandruchio & back ― slowly ― to Condi Terrace. ― The slow walks kill me. Alas! we are to drive tomorrow. ―

I write little & express less.

Dined at 6.30 & penned out till 10.30.

Much suffering & trouble for the sprain today. My life will not be long here ―I mean in this world ― I think. But that does not depress me. The state of life ― while I live here, ― does. ―

Anyhow, I think another year of Corfû, basterà.1

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

  1. Will be enough. [↩]