Wednesday, January 2nd., Yacht Club, London.
Came to London yesterday. George Paish's Food Question lunch arranged for yesterday had been put off without warning me. Rather irritating. So I lunched with Ross at the Reform.
Afterwards turkish bath with Masterman. who said that the shine of the present Honours List would be nothing to that of the List when Ll. George quitted the Premiership. He would have everything to wipe up then. What a travesty the whole business seems to me, and so many otherwise sensible men (and their wives) are consumed by it. To think that at this stage in the twentieth century, and with the greatest war the world has ever endure still going on, titles which belong in the Middle Ages are being dispensed as 'rewards'. Surely success in your chosen field of activity is sufficient reward? I would like to be offered an Honour so as to have the great pleasure of refusing it.
On reaching the Club I read the Book of Esther in the Eversley Bible which I have newly bought. A good Eastern story, exceedingly ingenuous, all based on copulation.
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