A month ago I hated Eva. Tomorrow I marry her by special licence.
Now, what about this?
My brain is not working properly. I am becoming jerky.
I tried to work the thing out algebraically. I wrote it down as an equation, thus:—
HATRED, denoted by x + Eva.
REVERSE OF HATRED, “ “ y + Eva
ONE MONTH “ “ z.
From which we get:—
x + Eva = (y + Eva)z.
And if anybody can tell me what that means (if it means anything—which I doubt) I shall be grateful. As I said before, my brain is not working properly.
There is no doubt that my temperament has changed, and in a very short space of time. A month ago I was soured, cynical, I didn’t brush my hair, and I slept too much. I talked a good deal about Life. Now I am blithe and optimistic. I use pomade, part in the middle, and sleep eight hours and no more. I have not made an epigram for days. It is all very queer.
I took a new attitude towards life at about a quarter to three on the morning after the Gunton-Cresswells’s dance. I had waited for James in his rooms. He had been to the dance.