Wednesday 21 November
I finally gain word from Daisy, via the worldwidewotsit. Unless the Chief Clerk is mistaken (he never is) the twitching strings convey an attempt to laugh away Saturday: ‘Good Lord! What a funny night!’ she conveys. Such antiquated blasphemes and whittling down of noble romance to joviality are surely signs of a particularly feminine hysteria. I just hope she’s not on the morphine again.