The Henson Journals

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Friday, December 13th, 1929.

Beyond walking in the Park with Dr McCullagh, writing letters, and bestowing some final touches on the Address to the P.C.C.s, I have done nothing today. Braley and his wife came to lunch. That garrulous creature, Knight of Ryhope came to tea, & to see the portrait.

R. Graves's Autobiography has already been sold to the extent of 40,000 copies. It is not a good book, either from the point of literature or from that of morality. It may represent the mind of the post–war generation. The author was a born Bohemian, and could not have been normal in any age, but in such an age as this he was bound to "out–Herod Herod" in his revolt against convention. Probably, he is regarded with envy & admiration by the youth just in their twenties. I infer from the fact that Kenneth sent it to me for a Birthday present that he thinks it magnificent. It strengthens the ill disposition bred in the foolish youngling's mind by "Simon called Peter" which he said expressed his feelings completely. It is an ill look–out for him.

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