It is difficult to separate actual boyhood impressions from the visions called up by the stories I read as a boy. Thus, I am never quite sure whether some of the memories of woodland rambles in luxuriant late June & early July are actually mine or those of Bevis & Mark.
Dream: Of going back to work at Birges. Heston was interviewing me; when it came to the matter of salary, he said something about my starting in at less...
A dream – J.J.L, Arthur & myself out in the country. We walk through a field that has just been sown with wheat - we walk down a drainage furrow, which is literally filled with the grain...
P.M. – B & I for drive in country in search of rocks for her garden – A fresh sunny day –
P.M. to Hamburg by trolley & walk over Chestnut Ridge & thence to Orchard Park— Missing the Hamburg Car at City Line I started walking...
A dream – On board a ship which has just left New York. A friend was to have sent my passage money to the boat, but failed to do so...
"...gradually I became conscious of a persistent humming of insects...It grew more mysterious and seemed to be the pulse of the full overflowing life of June."
Dreams – 1. One of enormous caves, one a huge cone-like cavity as I imagine the interior of a wasps-nest might look; opposite it a deep black cave...
A day spent in old jobs – hot + humid, altho toward the end of the afternoon it grew cooler + less humid.
Dreams 1. Working for Bustard – I in company with 2 or 3 other clerks go A.W.O.L. for 2 days when he was away on a trip. Discovered, we are deprived of certain privileges...