Monday 14 November
Changed weather: rain nearly all day, & very stormy ― waves high. But I got a walk from 5 to 6. It takes 20 minutes to go easily from end to end of the whole Promenade.
Rose at 7 ― having slept well. After breakfast, went over weekly accounts with G., as well as those of his journey here: ― we made “both ends meet[”] all but 1½ francs, wh. we totted to cigars.
Thenceforth I worked frightfully all day ― having, in all ― rubbed off pencil of first 80 drawings ――
slightly outlined second 80 ―
& put in slightly the blues & pinks of the first 80.
It does seem absurd that 160 drawings should go through one’s hands in one day: ― & it remains to be seen what will come of it.
At 4.30 I shut up. (G. was taking in the wood for the winter.) ― I walked along the promenade ― which act is very like one’s old life at St. Leaonard’s.
At 6 ― G. gave me a good dinner of macaroni, mutton, & baked pears. ― all good. But he has a horrid cold, & I must change his room. ―
Ἐως ἐδῶ, ὅλα καλὰ. ―
It is 8 now ― but the noise of the sea is unpleasant. very.
Wrote to F.L.
3rd day of 240 Tyrants. 153 outlined.
80 ― blue & pink.
 So far, so good.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]