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December 31
Thursday
A lovely snappy day. Both to Huntington in Ford, (last trip of the season) also to Farm & Fire Sides for potatoes, apples & cabbage. Looked in vain for blouse in Huntington. I cleaned place in afternoon.
Arthur put on lock on inside door. Holly & Rowena in - had tea. Both to bed early, and I slept right through the midnight sirens & guns hailing a new American New Year! Here endeth this Diary.

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Memoranda
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From Erewhon - Samuel Butler -
I know not why, but all the noblest Arts are held in perfection but for a very little moment.
They soon reach a height from which they begin to decline, and when they have begun to decline, it is a pity they cannot be knocked on the head; for an art is like a living organism - better dead than dying.
There is no way of making an aged Art young again; it must be born anew and grow up from infancy as a new thing, working out its' own salvation from effort to effort in all fear and trembling.