Mittwock, 8th (January 1919)

J. and I had a look round the museum in which are a large number of big oils, historical and ecclesiastic.  Also florid landscapes with a sprinkling of really charming things in portraiture, animal life etc.  The most entertaining room was devoted to modern stuff, including some quite insane futuristic efforts in colours so crude as to be downright repellent, others of a strength and boldness arresting in their cleverness.

Mozart’s comic opera, Figaro’s Hochzeit, delighted me with its characteristic Mozartian repetitions and cadences.  The prima donna possessed a beautiful elastic soprano.

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