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.