page 152 — February 1942

New World symphony in Music club. zmu

I’m still on good terms with RJC, and I expect am outwardly still much the same, but I find myself sometimes being a little lonely, and often rather melancholy, because nobody here shares my interests—those in politics and the future of the world. Everyone here is so self-centred, and all look at the world with microscopes centered round their little bit of it. If only I could find a companion who shared my views and hopes, with whom I might talk and plan, life would be easier and much more fun, and together we might help a great deal to change and improve this muddled earth. Perhaps someday I’ll find that, or those, companions—I hope so. zfr zem zsy zop zpn

 

Monday 16th

… I woke up with diorhhea (spelling?) and a throat cough, which wasn’t improved by chlorine in chemistry … zil

News—Singapore has (as was inevitable) fallen, Sumatra’s great oil centre going—I should say that we’ll lose all the East Indies—then a hell of a fight in Australia. Thank goodness Russia’s alive and KICKING. zlb zru zwg

 

Tuesday 17th

Light machine guns in JTC. 16-year olds are getting battle dress—no hope for me yet. zct zwp zmc

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Saturday 21st

Still beastly cold. In the afternoon I was collecting seaweed [for fertilizer] from Fistral rocks, which was quite fun. R, B and I found a short cut through the wire (barbed) and carried six loads each, the others, six of them, also got 18 loads. zwr zsu