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We went "riding" today. Um. Well. At least, we sat on horses and they moved. Quite fast. Whee. Tony and Julian are both quite graceful on horseback. Not so, myself; I never had the need nor the means, except for occasional pony rides. It was troublesome, and no doubt quite amusing; I hurt now. The only small consolation was that Rebecca was even less happy than I. She clung grimly to her mount and was rather upset about the whole thing. I should hate to be in Tony's shoes -- he suggested the ride!<br><br> | We went "riding" today. Um. Well. At least, we sat on horses and they moved. Quite fast. Whee. Tony and Julian are both quite graceful on horseback. Not so, myself; I never had the need nor the means, except for occasional pony rides. It was troublesome, and no doubt quite amusing; I hurt now. The only small consolation was that Rebecca was even less happy than I. She clung grimly to her mount and was rather upset about the whole thing. I should hate to be in Tony's shoes -- he suggested the ride!<br><br> | ||
Afterwards I spoke to Zigfried. For the first time in, oh, I don't know how long it's been. About the Light, and this and that, what he said to DAF, and so forth. Emerson has shown him the bragging letter -- he say only that it ''is him'', the Black Man, one and the same for certain. There is more; I can tell it in his eyes, but he did not say. As for the rest -- he is not comfortably eloquent with poesy, it is difficult for him to speak of things that are not rational, things of the heart or spirit. Ah well. We will talk again. We must; there is so much I have to learn from this man, and perhaps a bit to give as well.<br><br> | Afterwards I spoke to Zigfried. For the first time in, oh, I don't know how long it's been. About the Light, and this and that, what he said to DAF, and so forth. Emerson has shown him the bragging letter -- he say only that it ''is him'', the Black Man, one and the same for certain. There is more; I can tell it in his eyes, but he did not say. As for the rest -- he is not comfortably eloquent with poesy, it is difficult for him to speak of things that are not rational, things of the heart or spirit. Ah well. We will talk again. We must; there is so much I have to learn from this man, and perhaps a bit to give as well.<br><br> | ||
− | Parsons | + | Parsons if a curious fellow. A Jazz musician with connections to the Mob. Receptive, but aloof, I am unsure what to make of him -- how much hope I may place in him. But Tony has invited him to Gathering, so what will happen will happen.<br><br> |
''Monday, 22 October 1928; Wisphers''<br><br> | ''Monday, 22 October 1928; Wisphers''<br><br> | ||
Tony is gone. Scooted off this morning. Told no one. Blast.<br><br> | Tony is gone. Scooted off this morning. Told no one. Blast.<br><br> | ||
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Humbling.<br><br> | Humbling.<br><br> | ||
''Friday, 26 October 1928; Wisphers''<br><br> | ''Friday, 26 October 1928; Wisphers''<br><br> | ||
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''Sunday, 28 October 1928; Wisphers''<br><br> | ''Sunday, 28 October 1928; Wisphers''<br><br> | ||
Early morning. Early. I cannot sleep. I am consumed anew by tragedy, sense of loss, dear things taken before they were ever known. Weep, my heart of hearts! To feel the closing of a dooe, so dear -- Oh!<br><br> | Early morning. Early. I cannot sleep. I am consumed anew by tragedy, sense of loss, dear things taken before they were ever known. Weep, my heart of hearts! To feel the closing of a dooe, so dear -- Oh!<br><br> |