14 November 1910 – 20 November 1910

A purulent cold in the nose. My heart is weak. Palpitation after the least exertion. But I shall soon be swinging my cudgels in the battle of life, so it won't do to be hypochondriacal.... Let all the powers of the world and the Devil attack me, yet I will win in the end--though the conquest may very well be one which no one but myself will view. Have accepted the Plymouth appointment.