December 31 + 

Tomorrow I begin duties at the British Museum of Natural History. I cannot quite imagine myself a Museum assistant. Before I get there I know I shall be the strangest assistant on the staff. It will be singing my song in a Strange land and weeping⁠—I hope not too bitterly⁠—down by the waters of a very queer Babylon. + 

Still, I have burnt my bridges like Caesar⁠—or burnt my ships like Cortez. So forward! + 