Bad night. No rest. ―
Fine early, & half thought of going to Cervara, but it clouded, & I was too cold & unwell. Worked hard therefore all day at Beirut, & 3 Parnassusses. ― At 5 a letter from F.L. A.T. may yet come. ― Walked into the Borghese, & over the Pincian. Dined alone: & suddenly began Musters’s Interlaken, at wh. I worked on till 11 no one coming.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]