Went to the dentist in the afternoon. Evening chiefly occupied in reading _Le Rire_. By my halidom, it is an extraordinarily interesting book!
_November_ 29.
... I am always looking out for new friends--a.s.saying for friendship....
There is no more delightful adventure than an expedition into a rich, many-sided personality. Gradually over a long probation--for deep minds are naturally reticent--piece after piece is added to the geography of your friend"s mind, and each piece pleases or entertains, while in return you let him steal away piece after piece of your own territory, perhaps saving a bit up here and there--such as an enthusiasm for Francis Thompson"s poetry--and then letting it go unexpectedly. It"s a delightful reciprocity.
I dream of "the honeyed ease of the Civil Servant"s working day"
(Peac.o.c.k). Yet the French say _Songes sont mensonges_.
_December_ 13.
In the Park it was very dark and she said,--
"If I lose you I shan"t be able to find my way home."
"Oh! I"ll look after you," I said.
Both being of the same mind at the same time we sat down on a seat together when a fortunate thing happened. It began to rain. So I offered her part of my overcoat. She nestled in under my arm and I kissed her out of hand. _Voila_! A very pretty little girl, "pon my word.
_December_ 20.
The thing is obsessing me. After an early supper called and found my lady ready to receive me. No one else at home. So walked into the oak-panelled room with the red-curtained windows, took off my coat and scarf. She followed and switched off the light. There was a roaring fire in the grate. She is very amorous and I am not Hippolytus, so we were soon closely engaged in the large chair before the fire. As we sailed thus, close hauled to the wind, with double entendres and she trembled in the storm (and I was at the helm) the garden gate slammed and both of us got up quickly. I next heard a key turn in the lock and a foot in the pa.s.sage: "Mr. ----" she said....
She switched on the light, went out swiftly into the pa.s.sage, and meeting him conducted him to her office, while I as swiftly put on overcoat and scarf, and slipped out through the open door, stumbling over his bicycle, but of course not stopping to pick it up. Later she telephoned to say it was all right. Very relieved!... She recalls Richepin"s _La Glu_.
_December_ 21.
She is a fine sedative. Her movements are a pleasant adagio, her voice piano to pianissimo, her conversation breaks off in thrilling aposiopoeses.
An awful comedy this morning--for as soon as I was securely "gagged" the dentist went out of the room. She approached, leered at me helpless, and said provokingly, "Oh! you do look funny." Minx. On returning he said to her, "Would you like to hold his hand?"
She: "Oh! not just now."
And they grinned at one another and at me waiting to be tortured.
_December_ 23.
... On the Station waited for an hour for the train. Gave her a box of sweets and the _Bystander_. We walked up the platform to extreme end in the dark and kissed! But it was very windy and cold. (I noticed that!) So we entered an empty luggage guard"s van on rail beside platform left there by shunters. Here we were out of the wind and far better off. But a shunter came along and turned us out. She gave me a silver match-box.
But I believe for various reasons that it is one of her own and not a new one. Said "Good-bye."
_December_ 28.
At R----. Played the negligent _flaneur_, reclining on the Chesterfield, leaning against the grand piano, or measuring my length on the mat before the fire.
_December_ 31.
To-morrow I begin duties at the British Museum of Natural History. I cannot quite imagine myself a Museum a.s.sistant. Before I get there I know I shall be the strangest a.s.sistant on the staff. It will be singing my song in a Strange land and weeping--I hope not too bitterly--down by the waters of a very queer Babylon.
Still, I have burnt my bridges like Caesar--or burnt my ships like Cortez. So forward!
[1] See entry for October 8, 1913.
[2] Italics added 1917.
[3] The paper was "Distant Orientation in Batrachia"--detailing experiments on the homing faculty in newts.
PART II--IN LONDON
1912
_January_ 21.
Am at last beginning to get more content with the work at the Museum, so that I muse on Bernard Shaw"s saying, "Get what you like or you"ll grow to like what you get." I have a terrible suspicion that the security of tenure here is like the lion"s den in the fable--_Nulla vestiga retrorsum_. Of course I am wonderfully proud of being at the Museum, although I am disappointed and write as if I were quite blase.
_January_ 25.
I should be disappointed if at the end of my career (if I live to see it through) I do not win the F.R.S. I should very much like it.... My nature is very mixed--ambitious above all things and yet soon giddy with the audacity of my aspirations. The B.M. and my colleagues make me feel most inferior in fact, but in theory--in the secrecy of my own bedchamber--I feel that there are few men there my equal.
_April_ 26.
Down with influenza. A boarding-house with the "flue!
_May_ 8.
Went home to recuperate, a beef jelly in one pocket and sal volatile in the other. On arrival, my blanched appearance frightened Mother and the others, so went to bed at once. "Fate"s a fiddler, life"s a dance."
_May_ 12.
Weak enough to sit down before dressing-table while I shave and brush my hair. Dyspepsia appalling. The Doctor in Kensington seemed to think me an awful wreck and asked if I were concealing----
Reading Baudelaire and Verlaine.
_May_ 24.
_Bathing_
Sat on a seat overlooking the sand-hills with stick between my legs like an old man, and watched a buxom wench aet. 25 run down the path pursued by "Rough" and two little girls in blue. Later they emerged from a striped bathing tent in the glory of blue bathing dresses. It made me feel quite an old man to see the girl galloping out over the hard level sands to the breakers, a child clinging to each hand. Legs and arms twinkled in the sun which shone with brilliance. If life were as level as those sands and as beautiful as that trio of girls!
_May_ 26.