In search of ideas for island play, I spent yesterday morning in walking about, and went to stores and bought things in four departments. A wonderful and delightful way of spending time and money. Better than most theatres. It is surprising that rich, or fairly rich, people don't consciously practise "Let's go and spend £100 somewhere." Or even only £10 or £5. I think this sort of activity does stimulate creative ideas. On the other hand, refecting further, perhaps the rich stay rich because they don't spend money unnecessarily. My observation suggests that it is the poor, the under-classes, who are more likely to spend on a whim, and especially to gamble with money they can ill afford to lose.
Philippe and Helene Berthelot came for dinner last night. Also Massingham and Legros. Berthelot said that he read from 11 to midnight. Then worked from 12 to 3 writing out his telegrams, and got up at 7.30. he had done this for six years - I think he said without a break. He talked exceedingly well, indeed perfectly, rather in the manner of Cambon. All his judgements seemed to be quite detached and fair. But you could see that he was the official - crafty, urbane, and also good-natured. He told several funny stories, two pathetic ones, quoted mots, quoted poetry; and poured my best champagne into a tumbler of water; didn't smoke; and left at 10.30, having given us a most finished entertainment. You can understand the secret disdain of such a highly-cultured, broadminded, efficient, conscientious and industrious man, descendant of a great father and the finest civilisation, for the crudeness and mental slovenliness of representatives of the U.S.A. and even of England. And he gave us a great show.
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