December 14 + 

My rooms are littered with old concert programmes and the Doctor’s prescriptions (in the yellow envelopes of the dispenser) for my various ailments and diseases, and books, books, books. + 

Among the latter those lying on my table at this moment are⁠— + 

Plays of M. Brieux. + 

Joseph Vance. + 

The Sequel to Pragmatism: The Meaning of Truth, by William James. + 

Beyond Good and Evil. + 

Dostoevsky’s The Possessed. + 

Marie Bashkirtseff’s Journal. + 

I have found time to read only the first chapter of this last and am almost afraid to go on. It would be so humiliating to find I was only her duplicate. + 

On my mantelpiece stands a photograph of Huxley⁠—the hero of my youth⁠—which old B⁠⸺ has always taken to be that of my grandpapa! A plaster-cast mask of Voltaire when first hung up made him chuckle with indecent laughter. “A regular all-nighter. Who is it?” he said. + 