Sunday, 9 January.
Thank goodness that I have only space to thank goodness that I have only space wherein ... ad infinitum....
Thursday, 13 January.
Received from Stephen’s mother his letter to his mother....
Received from Lady D. Stephen’s letter to [her] and wrote to her in appropriate terms, expressing doubts upon Stephen’s dietary while crossing the South-American continent, where there are neither fish nor eggs, save the eggs of condors and hummingbirds....
Friday, 14 January.
... My bank-balance is overdrawn, but I make 19/6 at bridge.
... Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Martin arrive. I do not know if this is the Daily News’ Irish correspondent whom the Black and Tans wanted to murder.
Tuesday, 18 January.
Begin Couperus’ Iskander: The novel of Alexander the Great; two enormous volumes, which I may hardly live to translate. It is a great joy to see this artist building up his story with firm and elegant perfection from the very first page, with conviction and a fine self-confidence, no grouping, no floundering, no hesitation....