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The Journal of a Disappointed Man
·
W. N. P. Barbellion
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September
4.
Bathed
in
the
Lake
from
the
boat.
It
was
brilliantly
fine.
R----
dipped
her
paddles
in
occasionally
just
to
keep
the
boat
from
grounding.
Then
I
clambered
over
the
bows
and
stood
up
to
dry
myself
in
the
sun
like
one
of
Mr.
Tuke's
young
men.
September
7.
My
26th
birthday.
In
London
again.
Went
straight
to
the
Doctor
and
reported
myself.
I
quite
expected
him
to
forbid
the
marriage
as
I
could
scarcely
hobble
to
his
house.
To
my
amazement,
he
apparently
made
light
of
my
paralysis,
said
it
was
a
common
accident
to
bruise
the
os
coccyx,
etc.
September
8.
Am
staying
at
----
for
a
few
days
to
rest
and
try
to
be
better
by
that
fateful
11th,
when
I
am
married.
Later:
My
first
experience
of
a
Zeppelin
raid.
Bombs
dropped
only
a
quarter
of
a
mile
away
and
shrapnel
from
the
guns
fell
on
our
roof.
We
got
very
pannicky
and
went
into
a
neighbour's
house,
where
we
cowered
down
in
our
dressing-gowns
in
absolute
darkness
while
bombs
exploded
and
the
dogs
barked.
I
was
scared
out
of
my
life
and
had
a
fit
of
uncontrollable
trembling.
Later
we
rang
up
----
and
----,
and
thank
Heavens
both
are
safe.
A
great
fire
is
burning
in
London,
judging
by
the
red
glare.
At
midnight
sat
and
drank
sherry
and
smoked
a
cigar
with
Mr.
----,
my
braces
depending
from
my
trousers
like
a
tail
and
shewing
in
spite
of
dressing-gown.
Then
went
home
and
had
some
neat
brandy
to
steady
my
heart.
H----
arrived
soon
after
midnight.
A
motor-omnibus
in
Whitechapel
was
blown
to
bits.
Great
scenes
in
the
city.
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