Monday, June 25, 2007

Wednesday 20th May 1936

Met Gwyn at Bell Weir, 6 o’clock. We went on the river for a couple of hours. It was cold and windy; a break in the heat wave.

Whilst waiting – in a snack bar – for the 10.30 up, I wrote (to Anne) the most insincere letter of my career – so far. Such a marvel of insincerity that I’m keeping a copy – the original – in my souvenir box. (The original was written partly on a piece of paper and partly on a cigarette packet.) I’ve just copied it out neatly. It is full of white lies; a masterpiece of a few spare moments!

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