THE EQUINOX
July
4. Doctors insist on immediate operation.
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6. My throat and head still utterly bad—no work for
these days—only the pretence of it.
Before I
had got to the end of the preamble I was almost
delirious every time.
7. Had a Turker and did A
in it, though with
great discomfort.
8. Το Nursing Home.
Unto thee, Adon-ai, do I commit my way.
Unto thee, the Augoeides, unto thee the Self-
Glittering One !
Ι put my trust in the power that hath devised
me as I am for the achieving of a purpose, the
Next Step.
A
rather bad, but done.
Being in bed has
cured the eternal headache, and the throat is
much better.
(The doctors were not sure whether Fra. Ρ.
was suffering from cancer or tubercle—pleasing
alternative!
Probably the real trouble was due
to the fall with his horse months before.
The
microscope failed to reveal its real nature; but
it was evidently nothing serious.)
9. Operation performed with little pain.
My display
of cowardice (he asked for a drink of water
during the operation, which was done with only
local anaesthetics.
But he had made up his
mind not to speak during the operation, unless
to make a joke) may be partly excused by my
general nervous break-down, I hope.