"In the Sidney chapel, the importasnt tombs somehow deserted and not considered anymore. A feeling of pastness and dulled memory, no kindling." (October 1944)
"I thought that all I really wanted was to be alone, to think and to dream in a daze about work I shall do." (November, 1944)
"I lived young alone, secret in my room." (January 1945)
"The river sirens hooted, the trams far away sparked and rocked down to Woolwich. I was lost in my own world, with no one to speak to." (January 1945)
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