On Wednesday evening I went into Westminster Cathedral, and saw how to use it again in my novel. Very cold day. Nice warm cathedral. Ugly chapels, details invisible. A non-RC parson or two squinting about, probably looking for hints or tips. Noise of a charwoman mopping the floor. Exceedingly few people. Then at 10.10 either Prime or Tierce. A few performers came in after a bell had rung; took their seats and then the intoning begins; scarcely audible for a second or less. It 'steals out'. Words utterly incomprehensible. Who are they calling to? Outside, front of shop devoted to rosaries, crucifixes etc. God's work is carried forward in many different ways. Amazing places these cathedrals - powerful but pointless.Today, Walpole's scheme for me to republish Jacob Tonson articles in volume had taken shape. I read through a lot of the stuff and found it enormously vivacious. In fact I hated to leave it this evening to go toball given by 2nd First London R.G.A. at Weeley - "The Fields".
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