Thursday 19th May 1932

She is no longer She. I could feel it coming gradually. Now I am normal again. Looking back, my love was from Saturday, 28th November 1931 until about now. All unfulfilled, yet I am glad there once was a Shell.

Today, sixty years later, remember the agony and the happiness and the lightness, but why did I live and keep silent? Also, why did I recover! ‑Was it something that happened at the Ullesthorpe Camp ? I have no memory of anything. It is, and must remain, an eternal mystery.