13 October 1913 – 19 October 1913

Went to see a Harley Street oculist about the sight of one eye, which has caused a lot of trouble and worry of late and continuously haunted me with the possibility of blindness. At times, I see men as trees walking and print becomes hopelessly blurred. The Specialist however is reassuring. The eye is healthy --no neuritis--but the adjustment muscles have been thrown out of gear by the nervous troubles of last spring. Was ever man more sorely tempted? Here am I lonely and uncomfortable in diggings with a heart like nascent oxygen.... Shall I? Yes, but.... And I have neither health nor wealth.