Lunch at table with English woman and children. 1400, Jnt 1. Drifted off to sleep until 1700. I wish I were in London. Money and the weather are powerful forces.
Electricity keeps fading and generally stays at candle level.
Cheerful dinner with English lady, Mrs. B. and the newlyweds. Dehra Dun looks magical below and the full moon. Those fool moon's eyes. Of course I don't really wish I were in London. It is good to be here, to be alone, to be forced to take the highs and lows without valium or Sombrero booze.