Thursday, 26 November 1863

Dark & dampish all day: but I did not go out.

Wrote all day long ― making out lists &c. ―

Only Sidney Lane came. ― but that was much.

Darkness came: & it was too late to go out. So I dined at home on cold beef & rice & sherry. ― & read George Sand’s Consuelo, which wonderfully delight me.

Οὓτως ἐτελιώθη, ταύτην τήν ἡμέραν, — ποτέ θα ἒλθωσι ἂλλαι πλέον ἐλευθερικαί;[1]



[1] And thus this day ended ― when will others, more libertarian, come? (NB)

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


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