[1] 1917. I am now editing my own Journal—bowdlerising my own book!
[2] A method of collecting insects in winter by shaking moss over white paper.
[3] 1917. Cf. Sainte-Beuve's Essay on Maurice de Guérin: "Il aimait à se répandre et presque à se ramifier dans la Nature. Il a exprimé en mainte occasion cette sensation diffuse, errante; il y avait des jours ou, dans son amour ou calme, il enviait la vie forte et muette qui règne sons l'écorce des chênes; il rêvait à je ne sais quelle métamorphose en arbre...."
[4] Cf. 1916, November 6.
[5] Cf. Burns's poem "On a Louse."
PART III—MARRIAGE
September 12.
This evening we walked thro' the Churchyard reading tombstone inscriptions. What a lot of men have had wives!
I can't make out what has come over folk recently: the wit, wisdom and irony on the old tombstones have given place to maudlin sentiment and pious Bible references. Then on the anniversary of the death the custom among poorer classes is to publish such pathetic doggerel as the following—cuttings I have taken from time to time from the local newspaper in ——: