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November 27

… I wish I could die of heart failure⁠—and at once! What a luxury that would be as compared with my present prospect!

A Tomtit on the fence this morning made me dissolve in tears:⁠—self-pity I believe. I remember Tomtits in ⸺⁠shire. Put on a gramophone record and⁠—ugh! but I’m too sick to write.