28 August 1933 – 3 September 1933

Suddenly in the night I thought of Here and Now as a title for the Pargiters. I think it better. It shows what I’m after and does not compete with the Herries Saga, the Forsyte Saga and so on. I have now done the first part; I mean compressed it, shall, I think, compress Eleanor’s day, and then what? The rest does not admit of much compression. I think I have reduced it to 80,000 words perhaps: but it seems to me there must be another 40, to come. 80 plus 40 equals 120,000. If so it will be the longest of my little brood—longer than Night and Day I imagine.