November 15 + 

On M⁠⸺’s advice went to see a stomach specialist⁠—Dr. Hawkins. As I got there a little too early walked up the street⁠—Portland Place⁠—on the opposite side (from shyness) past an interminable and nauseating series of night bells and brass plates, then down again on the right side till I got to No. 66 which made me flutter⁠—for ten doors ahead I mused is the house I must call at. It made me shiver a little. + 

The specialist took copious notes of my evidence and after examining me retired to consult with M⁠⸺. What a parade of ceremony! On coming back, the jury returned a verdict of “Not proven.” I was told I ought to go out and live on the prairies⁠—and in two years I should be a giant! But where are the prairies? What bus? If I get worse, I must take several months’ leave. I think it will come to this. + 