Katherine Mansfield
Katherine Mansfield’s diary, 1919
January
- 1 January 1919
J. came to bed at ten minutes to twelve. Said he : " Don't go to sleep before the New Year." I lay holding my watch. I think I did go to sleep for a moment. The…
May
- May 1919
The day the housemaid had to leave because her husband ' didn't want her to work no more ' and, to consolidate his authority, had punched her so hard in the neck…
- 19 May 1919
6 p.m. I wish I had some idea of how old this note book is. The writing is very faint and far away. Now it is May 1919. Six o'clock. I am sitting in my own room…
- 30 May 1919
First comes L.M. I give her orders. Ask her to supervise the maid till Monday. ' Be gentle with her: help her to make the beds ; and just tell her how everything…
- 31 May 1919
Work. Shall I be able to express one day my love of work — my desire to be a better writer — my longing to take greater pains. And the passion I feel. It takes the…
June
- 10 June 1919
I have discovered that I cannot burn the candle at one end and write a book with the other. Life without work — I would commit suicide. Therefore work is more…
- 21 June 1919
Bateson and his love of the louse for its own sake. Pedigree lice. £ ioo a year from the Royal In- stitute: a large family: desperately poor: but he never notices.…
July
- July 1919
Tedious Brief Adventure of K.M. A Doctor who came from Jamaica Said: "This time I'll mend her or break her. I'll plug her with serum; And if she can't bear 'em I'll…
December
- December 1919
Surely I do know more than other people: I have suffered more, and endured more. I know how they long to be happy, and how precious is an atmos- phere that is…
- December 1919
It often happens to me now that when I lie down to sleep at night, instead of getting drowsy, I feel more wakeful and, lying here in bed, I begin to live over…
- 15 December 1919
When I had gone to bed I realised what it was that had caused me to * give way.' It was the effort of being up, with a heart that won't work. Not my lungs at all.…
- 17 December 1919
I'd like to write a long, long story on this and call it " Last Words to Life." One ought to write it. And another on the subject of Hate.
- 30 December 1919
Calm day. In garden read early poems in Oxford Book. Discussed our future library. In the evening read Dostoevsky. In the morning discussed the importance of *…
- 31 December 1919
Long talk over house. Foster said I could walk. Sea sounded like an island sea. Happy. Lovely fire in my bedroom. Succes eclatant avec demon before dinner. Listened…