Saturday, 19th October (1918)

Aboard London train, having seen something of Grantham and my English relations.  I feel that, at this time of year, it would be a mistake to spend more precious days racketing about in railway trains and exploring the Caledonian distances.

English people are incorrigible in their hatred of fresh air – now, in a small compartment, full, hermetically sealed, the heat unbearable.  Most appear to sleep with their bedroom windows shut tight.

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