May 2, 2026

Cold, bright. A day of inexplicable exhaustion, wherein to see the bed was to lie down upon it. Perhaps it’s the emotional release afforded by good comments about the play, especially from P, who would have said nothing if he hadn’t meant his praise. The depth of P’s scholarship is a continual astonishment to me. He clawed through Young’s Night Thoughts in order to understand how they relate to Blake. John Dee came up in conversation, and he knew everything. 

Did I really get an email from LR?