62/70 Moreover, even in the throng of work itself one would be conscious of that slipping off from one of all the trappings of reality. One by one they would slip away and then, bewildered, one would doubt the evidence of one's eyes, one's brain, one's ears, the fatigue hammering, hammering at one's consciousness.... I have known what that kind of strain can be. Tuesday, August 10._ Durward has been here for two days. He's a good fellow but I seem rather to have lost touch with him during these last days. |