GLEANINGS IV

FROM THE JOURNALS OF DENTON WELCH

                     "It seemed like going back top other years before the war. I felt that other me again - it was there, hiding under the surface - the circumstances recreated, and the old person leaps out as if from hiding, And one feels very sad thinking of all the past selfs that are waiting to leap out and are shut away probably forever." (July 1945)

                     "Today nothing grows out of my heart, nothing comes." (August 1945)


                      "...I said, determined to stay the night, determined to be made welcome, to reap the benefits of their comfortable home, to have a new experience, not always to miss new happenings and surroundings because of timidity and other people's dried, dead hearts." (September 1945)

                
                       "All stillness in the room, only the arch of gray light from the gothic window living across the polished floor and the end of the bed. Moment that can never be made again, only known in years afterwards." (September 1945)

GLEANINGS III

                                "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)