October 17 + 

Staying in Surrey. Exam over and I feel fairly confident⁠—after an agony for a few days before on account of the development of a cold which threatened to snatch the last chance out of my hands. + 

Sitting on a gate on the N. Downs I saw a long way below me in the valley a man standing in a chalk pit and wielding a stick vigorously. For some reason or another the idea came to me that it would be interesting if he were in the act of killing a Snake⁠—he so far away below and I above and unnoticed quietly watching him. At dinner tonight, this revised version of the story came out quite pat and natural and obviously interested the assembly. I added graphically that the man was too far away from me to be able to say what species of Snake it was he was killing. I possess the qualifications of an artistic liar. Yet I can’t regard such a story as a lie⁠—it was rather a justifiable emendation of an otherwise uninteresting incident. + 