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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, October 5, 1909 [[/preprinted]] Bridge up at Besseling's tonight. I had good luck, but should have quit at 85 points. By hard play in the last two rubbers I worked it down to 47. Oh well, that's not so bad, anyway. I had a bad month at the game last month. Won only 21 rupees. I can't afford to play bridge if that's all I'm going to make out of it. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Wednesday, October 6, 1909 [[/preprinted]] What do you think I'm reading these days? 'Tis none other than the infamous "Manon Lescaut." I can't say that it's to be recommended for little girls. In Balzac there is wit and a charm and grace of writing that makes his books so readable, but in this there is nothing but a bare recital of muck. The man was a thief and a murderer, and the woman (?) was unspeakably vile. It is difficult to take any stock in her "reform" at the end. The [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] cleverest thing she ever did was to croak. She [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] ought never to have left [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] Piccadilly.