1 June 1925 – 7 June 1925

Bank holiday, and we are in London. To record my books’ fates slightly bores me; but now both are floated, and Mrs. D. doing surprisingly well. 1070 already sold. I recorded Morgan’s opinion; then Vita was a little doubtful; then Desmond, whom I see frequently about his book, dashed all my praise by saying that Logan thought the C.R. well enough, but nothing more. Desmond has an abnormal power for depressing me. He takes the edge off life in some extraordinary way. I love him; but his balance and goodness and humour, all heavenly in themselves, somehow diminish lustre. I think I feel this not only about my work but about life. However, now comes Mrs. Hardy to say that Thomas reads, and hears the C.R. read, with “great pleasure.” Indeed, save for Logan, and he’s a salt-veined American, I have had high praise. Also Tauchnitz asks about them.