Set off to walk to the Royal Academy for the Belgian-Flemish picture show, calling on the way to look at a bookshop. A growing crowd at the R.A. The Belgian masters are magnificent, but none of them - not even Rubens - ranks with the biggest Italians, Memling, van Eyck, and Breughel are the best. I was sitting in front of the Breughels when Laurence Binyon came up and said: "Don't you think Breughel is the finest painter in the world?" He isn't, but I was very pleased because I have been saying this ever since I saw the small Breughel seascapes and things in Rome.
Then I went, Dorothy with me, to the Capitol to see the "Cinderella" film, of which I had heard very high praise. It lacks invention; but much of the photography was exceedingly fine. The melancholy of the thought that the organist is playing the organ all day.
Began my preface for Agate's new book of dramatic criticism, and wrote 600 words.
Additionally for January 7th., see 'Scottish singing' -
Sundry officers, including Saunders, Jacob and Cummings, dined on Saturday night, and the delight of these two last in singing more or less at sight good and bad songs from the "Scottish Students' Song Book", to my bad accompaniment, was most extraordinary.