September 11, 2020
Read “Lycidas” out of my little Palgrave and for the first time understood it, for the first time comprehended its widely acknowledged greatness. All will come now that the pressure of professorship is passed.
I had not expected Middlemarch to be funny.
Felt close to Ann Dunn all week, perhaps because she so loves the shore.
Played
in the surf a long time, on both sides of the pier. I was thinking strange
thoughts. I don’t often swim in the sea, so perhaps it’s natural that my thoughts
should be strange. Didn’t wear my glasses, so everything was blurry and
brilliant and impressionistic. Children are best at knowing what to do with the
rolling incessant waves. It was long, wet, lukewarm contemplation.
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