I finished the fifth chapter of "Mr. Prohack" yesterday morning, and corrected all the proofs of the E. A. Rickards book in the afternoon - and they wanted a lot of correcting. When they were done I suddenly realised that I was exhausted and that the top of my head was coming off.
Jascha Heifetz concert at Queen's Hall. I met him at the Reform last week with his pianist and Sassoon. Something distinguished about Heifetz. Very young. A gold collar pin and a pearl scarf pin. I went with all three of them to a concert of Josef Hoffman. They said that he was the finest pianist in the world and that there was no good second. He certainly played magnificently. As regards today's concert, Marguerite's one idea as soon as the concert had begun was to depart again. I thought Heifetz was a marvellous performer, with a lovely tone, but his interpretation of Cesar Franck's sonata did not excite me.