Jull turned up. He had a letter from Roche who is in hospital in England and sails for New Zealand by the next boat.
At the “Goddam Noise”. The weather is appalling and we are all wet and mud-splattered. Have just been looking through an old Weekly News and am surprised to find how almost unfamiliar and exotic New Zealand scenery now looks to me, and am beginning to understand how some artists do not feel inspired to paint it. The element of human association is, no doubt, wanting.
Have I described to you the magnificent bright brown slugs one finds here on the long wet grass? They are sonorous and quite beautiful. I should imagine that a good hungry one could dispose of a cabbage in a couple of hours.