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[[strikethrough]] SEPTEMBER [[/strikethrough]] 
End of Mar. 16th

emotionally and mentally, though he realizes it. 

This weekend with K. seeing Cambridge was a lovely one, & an experience, & it makes me laugh when I remember that Baediker [[Baedeker]] says "See Oxford by all means, but as for Cambridge, omit if pressed for time."! 

-There was a great friend of Kenneth's - an excellent colored glass window artist - whom we met at the Sanders. Artists seem to like him, because he has certain qualities which they lack and admire, & yet he is sympathetic & interested in their work, & his opinion is valuable because though he doesn't know much about it, his instinct is good & he is honest & frank about giving it. Roy Beddington the Jew artist who liked my book adores him. I don't like Beddington much, & [[strikethrough]] the only way I can describe him is by saying that [[/strikethrough]] I don't believe in peoples' souls & couldn't describe what a soul is, & yet the only way I can describe Beddington is by saying that he has no soul. K & I went to his studio one day for cocktails and I thought some of his dry watercolor drawings were good - well drawn etc but they were uninteresting & they had no soul! He will (?) or should never get his 3 oils into the academy.

[[strikethrough]] SUNDAY, MARCH 29, 1936 [[/strikethrough]]
89th Day   5th Sunday in Lent (Passion Sunday)  277 Days to come

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Wren Library, & Fitzwilliam Museum, & Gerry Gerard & the Sanders, all of which I must write up here later - but nobody has ever before in the history of the world been quite so far behind sleep as I am at the moment, except myself in the past! So Goodnight!

Ruth Draper gave us a box to ourselves for her performance- & Red Kellogg suddenly turned up - so we all went to a party with Ruth D. after given by the great economist Mr Keynes. All the high muckymucks such as the founder of the Vitamin Dr Hopkins & the deans & their wives were there - & were seated with cards. With true "Merry Englands" intuition wives & husbands sat side by side, & Ruth D. was surrounded by [[strikethrough]] hawk [[/strikethrough]] hawklike old women, & college youths & K & I who were the only objects with sparkle except for the champagne, were seated off in a wee corner like "Flowers born to blush unseen & waste their sweetness on the Desert air." Ruth D was marvelous, but too old & stale, & she was very upset because the "Deb." didn't well, but no wonder when she & her costume & her part are 20 years out of date. She was tragic what with leaving her Cambridge success for unknown lands, and I am sure she goes on acting