Some interest is being shown in making "The Pretty Lady" into a play. I think there is potential in the idea but I made it absolutely clear to Saville when we discussed this yesterday that Christine must remain absolutely a prostitute. Otherwise the thing loses its point entirely.
It took me a long time making trifling Xmas arrangements before I could think at all about "Accident". Twice I started out for a reflection walk, and twice had to come back almost at once. But eventually I did get down to the Reform Club where I had 35 minutes to write down notes and have a glass of sherry before lunch. I browsed about a bit in Sloane Square on my way home just watching people as they dash about in a frenzy of shopping. Peter Jones department store seemed to be particularly busy. I find it all quite depressing in a way. A festival in mid-winter seems entirely appropriate, though it has been appropriated by the christians, but it is being mercilessly exploited for commercial reasons. I have taken to calling it 'Humbug' instead of Christmas. Dorothy seems not to be amused.Happily by the time I sat down to write this afternoon I had the necessary ideas for the continuation of my chapter.
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