September 24 + 

The second nurse arrived today. Great air raid last night of which we heard nothing, thank God! + 

My nerves are giving way under the strain.⁠ ⁠… One leg (the left) drags abominably.⁠ ⁠… We shall want a bath-chair as well as a perambulator. + 

Crawled up through the path-fields to the uplands and sat in a field in the sun with my back against a haystack. I was so immobile in my dejection that Flies and Grasshoppers came and perched about me. This made me furious. “I am not dead yet,” I said, “get away,” and I would suddenly drive them off.⁠ ⁠… In horrible dejection.⁠ ⁠… + 

Even my mental powers are disintegrating⁠—that’s the rub. Some quite recent incidents I cannot remember even when reminded of them: they seem to have passed clean out of my mind⁠—a remarkable sensation this. + 

My sensibility is dulled too. It chagrins me to find that my present plight by no means overwhelms me with anguish as it would have done once. It only worries me. I am just a worried ox. + 