Fine till 12. Cloudy & some rain.
Rose at 7. ―
Worked ― but not well ―at one of the 5 remaining Corfu paintings ― weary & cloudy=hearted.
No one came all day. Wrote some Homer, but found it difficult to bear up against heavy depression. Thank God! ― I do not suffer as I used to do ― that disease (― τεσσαραntαπεντεχρόνιος νόσος)[1] being as much better, & the brain so much more generally employed. ― Yet, the loss of Ann at these times is a fearful black blank.
At 6.40. walked out & left a note on Lady Farquhar to say I could not dine there on Friday. Then paid Bickers’ bill, & got home by 8 ― just escaping rain, going & coming, ― for as usual it poured at 6.30.
Alack!
[1] Forty-five-year disease (NB).
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]
