Thursday 21st September 1933

Rainy day. Ladling boiling gum at the works, under a shelter. All the reek around the unlucky chap with the ladle. Choking. Eyes and nose and throat smart. Same with everyone. They say it is good for you, like a dose of snuff. I am learning things at Paripan.

Time for a bit of thought. I am in my bedroom: one window is wide open and I can hear an intermittent roar of traffic (we are beside the London main road). It is dark outside. This is a detached house with trees around. I have just returned from the local cinema – “Forty Second Street.”