I’m living very well, every day I meet with someone interesting, laugh, write poetry and make new interesting literary connections.
Today I will be spending the evening at the house of one Yeats, an English Vyacheslav. I have also been promised a meeting with Chesterton, who, it turns out, is just over 40 but has written around 20 books. He is either greatly loved or utterly despised, but acknowledged by all.
How important the South is to me! Every day I experience the festival and celebration of meeting with the sea. My heart is gladdened at the sight of every flower and every branch. Why, here we have had raspberries in December, and violets all year round; the mimosa has only just finished flowering, while the almonds and azaleas have just come out in flower, and now, all of a sudden, we are snowed under.