29 August 1938 – 4 September 1938

A very fine clear September day. Sybil threatens to dine, but may put us off— should a Cabinet Minister crop up. Politics marking time. A violent attack on Three Guineas in Scrutiny by Q. Leavis. I don’t think it gave me an entire single thrill of horror. And I didn’t read it through. A symbol though of what wiggings are to come. But I read enough to see that it was all personal—about Queenie’s own grievances and retorts to my snubs. Why I don’t care more for praise or wigging I don’t know. Yet it’s true. A slight distaste for my biography of Roger this morning: too detailed and flat. But I must take it up tomorrow, and lay aside P.H. I fear. Quentin over to finish his table. We have settled to keep the roof Cornish cream colour. I found a new walk down Telscombe Valley to the river yesterday. Oh Queenie was at once cancelled by a letter from Jane Walker—a thousand thanks . . . Three Guineas ought to be in the hands of every English speaking man and woman etc.