ℓ. 2

is dreary and friends talk of Oxford as if
it were Samarkand or Bothnia Felix, and
yesterday I was asked if I had given many --
I can hardly bear to write it -- many "parties" yet, that is

WINE PARTIES;

"Parties" alone is worse I think. One of those
thoroughly uneducated Aunts one has (I
do not mean in the vulgar sense, for she
is deep in archaeology etc etc) thought
College chapels, ours at all events, were
places were devotion was impossible on account
of the unseemly giggling and so forth --
cards behind the seats perhaps and all that.
But I shall put up Plato's motto over my door--

WHOSO IS ABOSPHORETE LET HIM (OR HER WHICH IS
MORE LIKELY) ENTER HERE NOT ENTER HERE.

My mother does not let me fast at all,
and says I in particular must never

do it again, and fact I believe I must
not. I feel like the Hindoos when the Suttee
was abolished; but that is to me almost
greater mortification of the spirit
than the fasting of the flesh, as you
will easily see to be possible.

On Saturday I walked from here to Edgeware,
and back by Hendon. It was a
beautiful day, and here is a little handful
of facts "useful information."

1. I saw, I think, a heron.
2. People in those parts pronounce their
h's, saying the Hyde, the Hale for the
'Yde, the 'Ale.
3. There is a third-pointed church at
Edgeware, like Middlesex churches, poor,
and som? some of the tracery meanly
restored. It seems to be still in the Church
warden age. There is an odd thing about
it, over the west door a round-hea? headed
window, without tracery, old, not

is dreary and friends talk of Oxford as if
it were Samarkand or Bothnia Felix, and
yesterday I was asked if I had given many --
I can hardly bear to write it -- many "parties" yet, that is

WINE PARTIES;

"Parties" alone is worse I think. One of those
thoroughly uneducated Aunts one has (I
do not mean in the vulgar sense, for she
is deep in archaeology etc etc) thought
College chapels, ours at all events, were
places were devotion was impossible on account
of the unseemly giggling and so forth --
cards behind the seats perhaps and all that.
But I shall put up Plato's motto over my door--

WHOSO IS ABOSPHORETE LET HIM (OR HER WHICH IS
MORE LIKELY) ENTER HERE NOT ENTER HERE.

My mother does not let me fast at all,
and says I in particular must never

do it again, and fact I believe I must
not. I feel like the Hindoos when the Suttee
was abolished; but that is to me almost
greater mortification of the spirit
than the fasting of the flesh, as you
will easily see to be possible.

On Saturday I walked from here to Edgeware,
and back by Hendon. It was a
beautiful day, and here is a little handful
of facts "useful information."

1. I saw, I think, a heron.
2. People in those parts pronounce their
h's, saying the Hyde, the Hale for the
'Yde, the 'Ale.
3. There is a third-pointed church at
Edgeware, like Middlesex churches, poor,
and som? some of the tracery meanly
restored. It seems to be still in the Church
warden age. There is an odd thing about
it, over the west door a round-hea? headed
window, without tracery, old, not