Thursday, November 22, 2007

Tuesday 18th May 1937

John left by the 8:30 train. It began raining soon afterwards. I tramped the streets. How desirous a snug little car seemed! Tiredness. Bad luck. Bad weather. Depression.

Evening: “This’ll make you whistle”. My usual antidote for depression – song and music. Good Heavens! I’ve just realised the truth of that Tibetan saying I picked up years ago – “Men in pain and men in anger are diverted from either sensation by a song –and very easily”.The picture was 8 months old. So the memories invoked were of last autumn and early winter. “I’m in a dancing mood” and “There isn’t any limit”.


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