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and circuses. When I took a buss the first time bound for a Circus, I stared like a countryman, to find the Circus was not a show, but only a [[strikethrough]] hollow [[/strikethrough]] round square. Which in this strange country is called a Circus.  I notice in the papers here, that a rich young man named Harry Bates is being sued for divorce in New York. Interesting. He ought to be shot.

Just returned from Norton's. He does some fine work. Says that there is nothing doing, and that the fog in London in winter is so thick that one can hardly see to work by day light.

He says that Whistler, was simply driven out of London, the Royal Academy time and again, refused him; and that 


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supported by iron girders, and the foolish public. It is enormous 1680 feet long. Outside it is lovely, inside it is crumby. Everything from a dog show to a picture gallery.  Speaking of dogs. Each one of you give Bill a kiss for me, and a bath of 'Knock em stiff' each week. Landseer must have loved dogs. He put more soul into their faces than most portrait painters get into their subjects.

Sent two letters out yesterday one to Norton, another to Rolshoeoven [[Rolshoven]]. Rec'd answers inside eight hours. Shall see Norton, Saturday noon and the other artist Monday morning.

Saturday Oct-20-1900

Went again to the Royal Academy. Disgusted with the Moderns. I am fast becoming accustomed to the crooked streets