March 20. Long talk with ly on the subjey revolt.
He had his grand manner on. I supple and suave. Attacked me on the score of love for ones mother. Tried to imagine his mother: ot. Told me once, in a moment of thoughtlessness, his father was sixty-one when he was born. see him. Strong farmer type. Pepper and salt suit. Square feet. U, grizzled beard. Probably attends c matches. Pays his dues regularly but not plentifully to Father Dwyer of Larras. Sometimes talks to girls after nightfall. But his mother? Very young or very old? Hardly the first. If so, ly would not have spoken as he did. Old then. Probably, and ed. Hence lys despair of soul: the child of exhausted loins.
March 21, m. Thought this in bed last night but was too lazy and free to add to it. Free, yes. The exhausted loins are those of Elizabeth and Zacchary. Then he is the precursor. Item: he eats chiefly belly ba and dried figs. Read locusts and wild honey. Also, when thinking of him, saw always a stern severed head or death mask as if outlined on a grey curtain or veronica. Decollation they call it in the gold. Puzzled for the moment by saint John at the Latin gate. What do I see? A decollated percurs to pick the lock.
March 21, night. Free. Soul free and fancy free. Let the dead bury the dead. Ay. Ahe dead marry the dead.
March 22. In pany with Lynch followed a sizeable hospital nurse. Lynchs idea. Dislike it. Two lean hungry greyhounds walking after a heifer.
March 23. Have not seen her sihat night. Unwell? Sits at the fire perhaps with mammas shawl on her shoulders. But not peevish. A nice bowl of gruel? Wont you now?
March 24. Began with a discussion with my mother. Subject: B.V.M. Handicapped by my sex and youth. To escape held up relatioween Jesus and Papa against those-between Mary and her son. Said religion was not a lying-in hospital. Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have read too muot true. Have read little and uood less. Then she said I would e back to faith because I had a restless mind. This means to leave church by back door of sin aer through the skylight of repentance. ot repent. Told her so and asked for sixpence. Got threepence.
Theo college. Other wrah little round head rogues eye Ghezzi. This time about Bruno the Nolan. Began in Italian and ended in pidgin English. He said Bruno was a terrible heretic. I said he was terribly burned. He agreed to this with some sorrow. Then gave me recipe for what he calls risotto alla bergamasca. When he pronounces a soft o he protrudes his full al lips as if he kissed the vowel. Has he? And could he repent? Yes, he could: and cry two round rogues tears, one from each eye.
Crossing Stephens, that is, my green, remembered that his trymen and not mine had ied what ly the ht called ion. A quartet of them, soldiers of the y-seventh infantry regiment, sat at the foot of the cross and tossed up dice for the overcoat of the crucified.
Went to library. Tried to read three reviews. Useless. She is not out yet. Am I alarmed? About what? That she will never be out again.
Blake wrote:
I wonder if William Bond will die
For assuredly he is very ill.
Alas, poor William!
I was o a diorama in Rotunda. At the end were pictures of big nobs. Among them William Ewart Gladstone, just then dead. Orchestra played O Willie, we have missed you.
A race of clodhoppers!
March 25, m. A troubled night of dreams. Want to get them off my c