Thursday, 23 February 1865

Weather ― “all same.” A sight to see ― blue & bright & cloudless ― but keen & cold. And ― τὸ κατ’ ἐμὲ[1] ― I work in the little back room all day & drearily ― only seeing the bellezze of natura[2] when I come into the front room for a minute.

Ἧλθε κανείς. ― And my neck grows positively downward by dint of long studious application, ― worst of all is ― cui bono? ― Yet one can’t tell ― & has to go on doing duty blindfold.

Observer ― & a letter from Εὐφροςύνη Δζεφερς. ―

At 5.45 ― went to Mrs. Smith Barry ― but she was in bed: (― ἤκουσα ἔνα παράδοξον θορυβον: τὶ ἦτον;)[3] ― saw Miss S.B. ― they were up at a ball at Mme Rothschild till 5 or 6.

Came home at 6.15. Too cold to walk pleasantly.

Dined on Maccaroni & Curry ― wondrous well: heard G. read ― & penned out till near 11.

[1] As for me.

[2] Nature’s beauties.

[3] I heard a strange noise: what was it? (NB)

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


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