Thursday, 20 November 1862

An awful prospect ― rain ― gloom, & wind.

I am more than half inclined to give up going, & forfeit my 5£. ―

Walked in & out with De Vere ― & called on the General Casanuova, a very charming man.

Latterly, I resolved to go on board ― & went, ― the De Veres also, at 3. But the weather was hideous ― Steamer ― a screw ― Iónio. ―

Finally ― the Captain decreed it too bad to go. So, we all dined & sate & talked & went to bed.

Only one English passenger, whose name we know not ― but he seems allied to all sorts of gonfiati:[1] we christen him the “Extinct Duke.” ―


[1] Literally “inflated,” but Lear probably means “conceited.”


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

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