Monday, February 26, 2007

Saturday 26th August 1933

Another day is gone. Good training. Afternoon. In a boat under Witching Tree with the gramophone. Dick and Dickie joined me and we dreamed together. Akel is camping tonight. For a long time we sat around the supper fire – until it was a heap of red embers. Auto-Suggestion. (Self Mesmerism.)

“Come when it may the storm decree
For me to leave the cheering throng.
And quit the sturdy company
Of brothers that I work among.
No need for me to look askance,
Since no regret my prospect mars,
My day was happy – and perchance
The coming night is full of stars.”


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