Rickards came on Christmas Eve. Doran came on Sunday morning. Doran left this morning to spend the weekend with Ernest Hodder Williams. He said that while he was ther he didn't have to go to chapel, and Ernest didn't go either. I said that if he had any backbone he would decide for himself whether or not to attend religious services, and not rely on moral support from others.. He said: "It's all very well for you!"
In the three days up 'til yesterday I wrote 4,500 words of a short story, in spite of guests and eating.
I am now re-reading "The Way of all Flesh". It stands it. There is very little wrong with this book, even technically. But the trick of reading a piece of the narrative to the hero himself and then writing down what the hero's comment on it was, is a mistake - especially when it is repeated. It is a brave book which could not have been published when it was written, and I'm not so sure that some of the messages it contains are not just as relevant today. In fact I know they are.
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