10 June 1940 – 16 June 1940

A day off. I mean one of those odd lapses of anxiety which may be false. Anyhow they said this morning that the line is unbroken—save at certain points. And our army has left Norway and is going to their help. Anyhow—it’s a day off —a coal gritty day. L. breakfasted by electric light. And cool mercifully after the furnace. Today, too, I sent off my page proofs, and then have read my Roger for the last time. The Index remains. And I’m in the doldrums; a little sunk, and open to the suggestion, conveyed by the memory of Leonard’s coolness, enforced by John’s* silence, that it’s on e of my failures.