This is definitely Roger’s last term, as he’s going to a Scottish University to read medicine and can’t take 1st MB from school. Next year will be lonely—but busy if I’m to get my schol[arship to Oxford]. zfr zca zmw zem
Sunday 9th
The gale remained, diminishing, but there was brilliant sunshine … [Roger and I] did a rock climb, and watched glorious waves on W. Pentire. One cove was thick with cream, breaking into froth like lace, into which waves roared breaking over a 30ft islet—grand. … zwr zol zds
A boring service, but as in divinity prep, I got on quite well with ‘Macbeth’.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in its petty pace … zrl zth zem
Monday 10th
Tunis and Bizerta fell on Saturday—great news. Russo–Polish squabble continues. … After tea up for a successful rehearsal. I brought the house down successfully by when Macduff says ‘Your royal father’s murdered’ saying ‘Oh! by whom?’ in a bored matter of fact way. These brighten already brightish rehearsals. zlb zru zth
… a jaw from Max on reading in chapel. I said I never asked to go to chapel, he said I wasn’t asked to come to the school; I said it did not distract people, he said it did, I said it didn’t and anyway most of them wanted to be. He said “well anyway I want it to stop”, to which I made no reply. Nor will it. zrl zsd zmb
Tuesday 11th
… There is a literary competition at the Truro Festival this year—I’m sending in three things, an account (not true in detail) of the night train journey back for last Christmas; one ‘They have their reward’—short, humorous article; and ‘Stephen dies’, three sides—can’t explain plot except by reproducing it. Taylor had seen the train one which was done in form last term, and thought it was quite good. Fun writing, when there’s time. zsw zcp zwt
