September 25 + 

[Living now in rooms alone.] + 

I have⁠—since my return from Cornwall⁠—placed all my journals in a specially made cabinet. R⁠⸺ came to dinner and after a glass or so of Beaune and a cigarette, I open my “coffin” (it is a long box with a brass handle at each end), and with some show of deliberation select a volume to read to him, drawing it from its division with lavish punctiliousness, and inquiring with an oily voice, “A little of 1912?” as if we were trying wines. R⁠⸺ grins at the little farce and so encourages me. + 