Same weather. Worked hard at penning out the yesterday’s work from 5 till 10.30.
Dined at 12. At 2.15 to Petraija.
It is doubtless a lonely place ― & the terrace above all. Walked back with Giorgio ― home by 8.30.
Sultan Abdul Mejid is dead.
Which brings back the Bosphoros days to me.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]