21 Day Cedars

Rose at 7.30. Day fine. Breakfast with J.B.E. ― & afterwards walked with him to Weybridge Station, where, standing about, I got chilled. Returned before 12 ― & worked a little in darkening the trees, ― but grew ill.

Slept.

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Slept.

read. “Mill of the Floss.” [sic]

did nothing more to painting ― knowing I could only spoil what I touched.

A day provoking & rememberable ― as if one had died or gone clean out of reason.

Yet I remember that I never could work, if I did not do so at once & directly after breakfast.

The plans ahead of J.B.E. are curious enough ― & a great deal of character opens out in this young man, who is an uncommon one.

Painted but little more: & at 4 walked beyond Walton, & back by 6.15.

Ἐγευμάτισα μόνος.1

Penned out somewhat.

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

  1. I had dinner alone (NB). [↩]