Wednesday, 28 August 1861

V. Petraja ― 4

There was fog early ― (rose at 6.30.) but it cleared, & the day was the loveliest conceivable. I wish I had my journal here of 1859, there is such an absurd sameness just now! The fine calm weather, the distasteful hard work all day ― … the disinclination to go out ― [even] the receipt of a letter from Mr. Edwards! ― [Colours] of Athos come back ― & Patmos, & Eubœa, ― but there seems no use in memory.

Wrote to Mr. Morier.
B.D. Morier
Mrs. Bergmann

Dined at 4 ― sole & cold fowl. ―

Worked again till dusk: really I don’t know if well or ill. Then took my solitary walk, farther than usual, but beyond the Library are annoyances of crowds & bore. ―

O dear! what a life!

Bed at 9. ― No Greek: no penning out. Yet considering all that has past there has been no little energy by fits, tho’ I haven’t much just now.

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


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