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Wednesday, February 19, 1908
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There wasn't a thing booked for today save the mail.  Smith hiked down to some club dance at the Point, but I scratched it.  No dances in mine.  Peggy and I used to trip the light fantastic distal phalanges in the old days, and Martha and I used to skim over the waxêd floor with abandon and more or less grace, but them is days of the golden past.  I'm getting too bloody dignified to dance.  Besides, I can't.

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Thursday, February 20, 1908
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I really felt like working today - h. to g. I did. I got downstairs and I had to come up again, just because I didn't have a damned thing to do. My herculean efforts of the past fortnight have left me minus a damned thing to sell.  I wish I hadn't been so hasty now. 

Anyway, I went over to Bunnie's to try him on another mark, and I got an offer.  That lets me out for today.