if nothing else, is to find her in a newer deeper sense.
     To Buffalo on various errands and somehow or other during the course of the morning I found a solution to my difficulties and therefore peace of mind. Which was: the realization that I have been working too hard on the matter that to go further now, would destroy what I had gained, and what I needed most was to turn aside, and lose myself again in my work, my true solace. I have attained to a sort of intellectual acceptance the divine character of Christ, and there for the present, the matter must rest. A wonderful sense of freedom & peace came from this.
      A dead, hot day, no freshness of June. There was something grand and invigorating in the down-pouring of the sun’s heat. The fragile character of the pale hot blue of flax flowers- or the lavender of iris dancing in the heat waves.
     A.M. Take B to Hanson’s for treatment.
                                                                              June 11, 1936-
     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.