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… I feel momentarily stuck with my paper. It is curious; when this happens I often find I have some other idea, but I am reluctant to pursue it for fear of just leaving a lot of loose ends and never coming to any point. And yet it is also true that taking up the new thread can turn out to have quite an important connection with what I have said before and may indeed be a way round the deadlock …
Later. In the upshot I did a lot more thinking but hardly any writing and what there is of it feels as if I had only partially got a grasp of what I wanted to say. Still, I feel if I have learnt nothing else I have begun to learn that to write something you must write – anything, anyhow, somehow, so long as you write. Only this way is any meaning likely to come of it.
My thoughts are very much with you and the family this fine afternoon. It was a lovely surprise to see you yesterday but it really made my heart go pit-a-pat in a most confusing kind of way; appropriate
perhaps to a bashful young man suddenly confronted by a very beautiful girl whom he had been worshipping from afar. Much too much ‘afar’ for my liking …