Dear me! τι έρημος1 of stupid days!

Wrote various letters & worked a little at the 3 incubi.2 Gave a draft for 30£ to Mr. Mills of the Bookcase & sideboard.

Packed & arranged for tomorrow’s giro.

C. Fortescue came: & at 3¼ ― Lord & Lady Clermont & 2 Miss Coles: very kind nice people all. Lord C. wants a “dead sea.” Everybody wants ‘Dead Sease.’

Then came Daddy Hunt, & then there was just time to cab to Drummonds ― & Bus to Brompton. Dined at the Coombes. ――

Walked at 8½ across the Park & called on E. Sayers ― but there was a party & I did not go up… Then on Mr. Morier: then on Mrs. Leake. Home by 10, but lady A. Beckett having a ball, I pulled my mattress into the back room ― knowing else no sleeping hopes.

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

  1. What desert. [↩]
  2. Nightmares. [↩]