The Henson Journals

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Friday, June 21st, 1929.

I packed my bags, and came away from Park Lane after breakfast. I was first to the Club, where I read the papers. The Times prints the letter which I wrote yesterday. I travelled to Darlington by the Pullman express, leaving at 11.15 a.m., and arriving at 4.7 p.m. Lionel met me with the car.

We went through what correspondence as had accrued. There was little of interest.

The Record has rather an ill–natured article headed "Apologia pro sua retractatione". It is good enough to allow that I am sincere, and it says that I am "possessed of gifts that are the envy of my contemporaries", but it rejects my apology as unconvincing, and persists in regarding me as a "weather–cock". I didn't expect anything generous from this quarter, but I did expect something more intelligent & discriminating.

The old Archbishop of Armagh writes dissentiently, but in a kindly tone. He has, of course "burnt his boats".

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