Sunday, February 28th., Rue de Calais, Paris.
I finished another section of "A Great Man" yesterday at 3.30 p.m., having written nearly 10,000 words in a week. I ought easily to complete the book by March 20th. It seems amusing enough, and very good in places. But if I treated this as a draft, and really thought out types, and made the book fuller, I could make it much better. However I have a mania for producing a lot just now. And further, this sort of book though I can do it, is scarcely my natural genre. I do not take quite the same interest in it as I take in a serious book, nor do I get quite the same satisfaction out of a passage which I know to be done well. And often I have the greatest difficulty in starting my day's work. I am all right when I have started. But the starting is penible.
Additionally for February 28th., see'Changing perceptions'
We went to the British Museum. Elgin marbles the greatest sensation I have had for a long time. I used to think them cold. Now I see how passionately they were done. The illuminated MS. also made an entirely new appeal to me. And I was more than ever determined to do some decent illumination.
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