Friday, February 19th., Rue de Calais, Paris.
I paid a call in the afternoon. Something depressed me afterwards, either I had caught a chill or it was something else, and I had the greatest difficulty in forcing myself to recommence work. However, I dined at the Place Blanche and sat down to write at 9 p.m. It is a good thing I never write down here my moods and things.
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