Monday 26th August 1935

At present I’m sitting near my bedroom window. It is open wide and faces the South. Wind stirring the curtains and softly moaning about the house. I love that sound.

With change in digs, what a change in atmosphere I’ve found! Pages turned…
Koke and I are alone here at present. N’est ce pas!

The wind moans again. With that sighing in my ears, I end Shimmering Haze.

“Cowards die many times before their death;
The valiant never taste of death but once…
Death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come”