Slept well. ― Letter from Ann, & wrote to her. She gets better.

Day gray ― warmer. ― ὁλίγον ἥλιος.1

Paiνted at Philate, ― & how completely the carrying out the sketch brings the life of those days of August 1856 back again ― strangely dreamy! ― when lame & ill, I lay on the rugs over the door of Jaffier Pashas palace, & watched the Albanian Evening life.

At 4 walked till 5 ― the walks are pleasant here ― & less monotonous than at St. Leonards in 1859. ―

Dined at 6.

Wrote Greek, but fell asleep. ―

Penned out a little. ―― Weary.

On all beyond I purposely close my eyes ― & think nil. ―

Finished the Mill on the Floss ― a very skillfully written, but unwholesome book & bad.

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

  1. A little sun (NB). [↩]