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March 7

I am, I suppose, a whey-faced, lily-livered creature⁠ ⁠… yet even an infantry subaltern has a chance.⁠ ⁠…

My dear friend ⸻ has died and a Memorial Exhibition of his pictures is being held at the Goupil Gallery. The most fascinating man I ever met. I was attracted by him almost as one is attracted by a charming woman: by little ways, by laughing eyes, by the manner of speech. And now he is dead, of a lingering and painful disease.