Tuesday, 27 August 1861

Villa Petraja. 3

One of the perfect days of weather, bright, calm, not hot. But at sunset there came a great “sea=fog” ― & I suppose there will be rain tomorrow.

Morally also, & physiologically διὰ ἐμὲ, ˇ[(τὸν εαυτόνμου,)] ((For me (myself) (NB).)) the day was somewhat better. Worked before breakfast ― & afterwards off & on. Paper came late, & took long to read. ― dined at 4 ― boiled fowl. Worked again till 7 ― dusk ― then prowled ― from 7.30 ― to 8.30. ―

[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]

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