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[[strikethrough]] Friday, May 25, 1928 [[/strikethrough]]

I like Sophia tremendously. She is serene, and is a lovely person — the woman of Andros. I should like to get to know her. When people talk of people being successful they usually infer that people who have written, composed, or painted are the artists — the creators. To my mind Sophia is an artist. She has created a lovely personality. She seems to have lived — to have bitten deeply into heights and depths, and now has found a happy road — peace, contentment, realness, understanding, intellect, humor, aliveness, passiveness, are all hers. It would be grand to be with her for a long time and know her. I do like her.

Coming back to see Bob was truly nice. I loved seeing him again, kissing him, sharing experiences, having more of the "good hours". Even if the amorousness of "this little friendship" wears off, the feeling of good friendship will last and last — I'm sure!


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Monday, June 23rd  
[[strikethrough]] Saturday, May 26, 1928 [[/strikethrough]]

This evening was awfully funny. Harold Rhodes and I had supper together and then we went up to Bobs. He looked awfully badly — circles under his eyes and a sort of tired, blue look. We talked for a while, and then Mr. Cumpson was announced. We didn't want him to stay as long as we did, so Harold and I hid in the bathroom. Then we came out. Bob looked so tired that we decided to go. I kissed him good-bye — but I wanted to stay with him and just sit there, [[strikethrough]] not [[/strikethrough]] holding hands, kissing occasionally, not speaking — sort of understanding. He must be rather depressed after all this. He is a darling person — and I do love him — in such a comfortable manner.  I can't imagine it ending, because it seems absolutely natural.

Arnold Dreyfeuss is a peculiar person. He enjoys hurting people, and, I think, being depressed himself. He and Henry are evidently not getting on well, and are thinking of splitting up. I don't know enough about it to really know who is at fault, but I feel fairly confident it is both of them. I know that Arnold hates being "Henry's brother" and that because of that he has developed both a strong jealousy and rather an inferiority complex. On the other hand, Henry is probably very much Henry. I felt sorry for Arnold but I couldn't help him as he wouldn't feel