Saturday, 8 August 1863

Rose, not much before 8 ― being heartless.

Breakfast ― comfortable.

Set to work ― to reproduce the Ionian drawings ― but, one after another gave up charcoal, chalk & pencil ― & began a W. Color drawing of Sappho’s leap. Spite of working badly, & spite of the sea=glare ― I worked on ― & about 4 it began to get better in some qualities: so, knowing that to make a 5th failure would amount to throwing the whole thing up, I drew on till 7. Then had a plate of cold beef & some beer, & at 8 went out.

The place disgusts me ― it is as crammed as Cheapside.

Heard one of 2 nice-looking girls say ― Ἀλλὰ ― τὶ εἰναι? Τὶ θέλεις;[1] ― & couldn’t help following them ― but they collapsed into a house. ― Called at the W. Scrivens’ ― & sat till 9.30: ― potius aper.


[1] But ― what is it? ― What do you want? (NB).

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

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