25 January 1937 – 31 January 1937

Sunk once more in the happy tumultuous dream: that is to say began Three Guineas this morning and can’t stop thinking it. My plan is to write out now, without more palaver, and think perhaps it might be roughed in by Easter; but I shall allow myself, make myself, scribble a little article or two between whiles. Then I hope to float over the horrid March 15th: wire today to say Years haven’t reached America. I must plate myself against that sinking and mud. And so far as I can tell, this method is almost too effective. and ended it 12 Oct. 1937 (provisionally that is).