Tuesday (29 April 1919)

Order for re-embarking.  I haven’t written much of my impressions of the place and people, partly because I much doubt if it and they would typify America, and partly because I’ve not felt well.  One rather amusing feature is their effect on the “Digger”.  Now accustomed to fulsome females in Blighty and elsewhere, he has conceived a lively hatred of American women here, who are cool and self-possessed.  He cannot get the glad eye from them (not even from the negresses).

The Dollar rules the land, and high wages are nullified by higher prices.  Some of the fellows have been to dances where you pay so much for each partner. I doubt if this nation has a soul: it seems a sort of human efficiency machine, interesting to watch awhile, but tiresome to abide with.

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