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The Journal of a Disappointed Man
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W. N. P. Barbellion
15
March
17.
Woke
up
this
morning
covered
with
spots,
chest
inflamed,
and
bad
cough.
H----
carted
me
down
from
the
Attic
to
the
Lower
Bedroom,
and
when
the
Dr.
came
he
confirmed
the
general
opinion
that
I
had
measles.
It
is
simply
disgusting,
I
have
somewhere
near
10,000
spots
on
me.
April
27.
Went
to
A----
Woods,
where,
strange
to
say,
I
again
saw
Mary.
But
she
had
a
tribe
of
friends
with
her,
so
did
not
speak,
but
watched
her
from
a
distance
through
my
field-glasses.
May
8.
On
interviewing
my
old
friend
Dr.
H----,
found
I
had
chickenpox.
This
instead
of
being
a
Diary
of
a
Naturalist's
observations[1]
will
be
one
of
infectious
diseases.
May
28.
[Letter
from
Editor
of
Countryside
to
my
brother
saying
that
if
the
Countryside
grew
he
might
be
able
to
offer
me
a
billet.
"Meanwhile
he
will
be
able
to
get
along
with
his
pen
...
he
will
soon
make
a
living
and
in
time
too
a
name."]
This
is
a
bit
of
all
right.
I
shall
always
be
on
the
look-out
for
a
job
on
a
N.H.
Journal.
December
7.
Went
to
F----
Duckponds.
Flocks
of
Wigeon
and
Teal
on
the
water.
Taking
advantage
of
a
dip
in
the
land
managed
to
stalk
them
splendidly,
and
for
quite
a
long
time
I
lay
among
the
long
grass
watching
them
through
my
field-glasses.
But
during
the
day
Wild
Duck
are
not
particularly
lively
or
interesting
birds.
They
just
rest
serenely
on
the
water
like
floating
corks
on
a
sheet
of
glass.
Occasionally
one
will
paddle
around
lazily.
But
for
the
most
part
they
show
a
great
ennui
and
seem
so
sleepy
and
tired
that
one
would
almost
think
to
be
able
to
approach
and
feed
them
out
of
the
hand.
But
I
moved
one
hand
carelessly
and
the
whole
flock
was
up
in
a
minute
and
whizzing
across
the
river.
Afterwards,
at
dusk,
on
returning
to
the
ponds,
they
had
come
back;
but
now
that
the
sun
was
down,
those
dozy,
flapdoodle
creatures
of
the
afternoon
were
transformed
into
quacking,
quarrelsome,
blustering
birds
that
squabbled
and
chivvied
each
other,
every
moment
seizing
the
chance
of
a
luxurious
dip,
flinging
the
ice-cold
water
off
their
backs
with
a
shake
of
the
tail
that
seemed
to
indicate
the
keenest-edged
delight.
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