2 March 1936 – 8 March 1936

Well, I’m almost through copying the raid scene, I should think for the 13th time. Then it will go tomorrow; and I shall have I think one day’s full holiday— if I dare—before re-reading. So I’m in sight of the end: that is in sight of the beginning of the other book which keeps knocking unmercifully at the door. Oh to be able once more to write freely every morning, spinning my own words afresh—what a boon—what a physical relief, rest, delight after these last months —since October year more or less—of perpetual compressing and re-writing always at that one book.