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[[strikethrough]] FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
38th Day  328 Days to come

Cont.

Kenneth said that John wouldn't mind marrying me now - which was a surprise to hear from him. He also said I had made his two weeks for him, & that I am almost too good to be true in some ways, & he asked if I had ever found anyone I wanted to marry yet. He was so shy about these things that I felt they meant something, though he said no more than that sort of thing. I write this down just so that I shan't forget it, & so that I can reread it when I think of him again - or when I want to forget my surroundings & think of the fun I may have in England. I have a fever from my concussion every evening now, & I think I will simply retire to bed for dinner this way whenever possible. Privacy is so precious these days - & Davos is going to be much worse than Anton. I did so love escaping with Kenneth to the Alpenrose, or some little quiet place to eat, with no familiar faces around - & his [[strikethrough]] nice [[/strikethrough]] honest & gentle & intelligent & sympathetic company, & his [[strikethrough]] dls [[/strikethrough]] disarming smile & expression. We played lots of mental tennis.

[[strikethrough]] SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
39th Day  327 Days to come

Jan. 16th

Well now I have time finally to do more than list events, though I lack descriptive vocabulary enough to be able to describe a great many sad feelings & wonderings. Today - my third half days skiing since we arrived five days ago - I had high hopes of really doing something, because the doctor had injected me with glucose in order to clear up my concussion - which I obviously got when I cut my lip, because every day I've skiied since then (over a week ago) I've had splitting headaches as a result & had to go to bed feeling awful. The result of my high hopes was that I did the Dorf Tailly Schusse well with all of them, & after passing hohenweg - I took a ghastly fall on my head all over again. I lay stunned in the snow - swallowing blood galore, & trying not to drown in it - as my nose was having a hemmorreage [[hemorrhage]], & my lip & nose was swelling beyond recognition. My head pounded with pain - & Hermann helped me till I stopped bleeding - & then I attempted to ski down with Anton - & gave up, & had to climb a half hour to take the funicular down. Here I sit in my familiar bed, philosophizing about the fact that my hopes of the Olympics are pretty well shattered. My nose isn't out