6/23 Yes, black, by George, he felt like it to-night! These women! These evenings! This worry! This war! This world gone raving, driveling mad! And frowning with annoyance, Roger went down to his dinner. He had eaten no lunch, he was hungry; and he was very tired, too, for he had had his own hard day. _Somebody_ must be genial here. He went into the dining room and poured himself a good stiff drink. |