A.M. Record (Overture to Samson by Handel) in the mail. A grand powerful expression.
Noon. The distressing news from Gramophone shop that the Siberian records cannot now be imported, but will be re-pressed later by Victor Co.
A dark sombre day; cooler, and a fine wind-driven misty rain at intervals. Feathery, ragged tops of young elms black green against the sky. Such days seem more intimate somehow.
Pursued by depressing moods all day. At times I wondered whether I really got over my trouble.
Evening, Robert Blair out with new things. An evening of stimulating interchange of thoughts. I liked his new things, and it was good for me to have a young man in the first flush of his love for art talk to me, which he did shyly, and with difficulty, betokening his sincerity.