Monday, 4 August 2014

Tuesday 11th April 1939

Roasting hot: birds achirp: butterflies. I am reading Dickens; by way of a refresher. Also I'm reading Rochefoucauld. Chaucer I take at need. So if I had any time - but perhaps next week will be more solitudinous - I should if it weren't for the war - glide my way up and up in to that exciting layer so rarely lived in: where my mind works so quick is seems asleep; like the aeroplane propellers.


1 comment:

  1. I wonder if she was struggling for time in her writing career because she had another job to support herself financially, or was she free from work and always had enough time to write??

    It seems she was so free..