September 9 + 

Still nothing to report. The anxiety is telling on us all. The nurse has another case on the 22nd. + 

I looked at myself in the mirror this morning⁠—nude, a most revolting picture. An emaciated human being is the most unlovely thing in creation. Some time ago a smart errand boy called out “Bovril” after me in the street. + 

On my way to the Station met two robust, brawny curates on the way to the daily weekday service⁠—which is attended only by two decrepit old women in black, each with her prayerbook caught up to her breast as if she were afraid it might gallop off. That means a parson apiece⁠—and in war time too. + 