I am actively engaged in correspondence with Mrs. Patrick Campbell about my play "Flora". She has indicated that she would like to take it on and is, as I understand it, seeking capital for the purpose. However, I have received an offer from the U.S.A. which seems more likely to come to fruition, but necessitates assigning the English rights as well. My theatrical experience, now extensive, suggests to me to accept the firm offer, but I did more or less give Mrs. P.C. the first option. This will necessitate some delicate letter writing by me.
Goodish night. I have now got my weight down again. So long as it keeps at 11 or under I am content. A month ago it was 11 st. 2 lb.
I walked to the Army and Navy and back to get some clean pocket note-books. I got six - 1d. each.
I read in Sartor's "Introduction to the History of Science", Vol. 1, and decided to write an article on it for the Evening Standard.
At 10.40 I went off to the Gargoyle Club, where we entertained A. P. Herbert and wife at supper. I drove up there in snow and sleet. We danced but little. I was in bed at 2.35 and slept in all nearly six hours, which was an excellent introduction to the New Year, considering that I had eaten quite a hearty supper and drunk quite enough champagne - preceded by a cocktail.
|Dancing at the Gargoyle|
Additionally for December 31st., see 'A quiet year?' -
A material year. Largely occupied with intestinal failure and worldly success. By Chetham Strode's direct treatment of massage and vibration I am now almost cured of intestinal caprices, but I shall ever be feeble in that quarter.