October 1918

Hampstead. I ought to write something brief for the Nation to-day and earn a bit more money, a " Little Lunch at the Club " or something of that kind. It's not difficult ; in fact it is too easy for me because if I do err more on one side than t'other — I'm over- fluent. This view from the window is simply superb — the pale sky and the half bare trees. It's so beautiful it might be the country — Russian country as / see it. I never connected until to-day — sang froid with Cold blood. This is a word which is one of New Zea- land's queer 'uns, like calling the Savoy the Savoy — or talking of the aryeighted bread shops. Sagn freud.