25 January 1932 – 31 January 1932

Having just finished, as I say, the final version as I call it, of my Letter to a Young Poet, I can take a moment’s liberty. From the cynical tone of this sentence I see that my finality is not secure. Writing becomes harder and harder. Things I dashed off I now compress and re-state. And for purposes which I need not go into here, I want to use these pages for dialogue for a time.