I think it was on this Saturday that I expressed excitement at the coming of Christmas. I had been into town and there were decorations in the shops, etc. and I got home and had all these childlike feelings bubbling over and she just scorned it all, just poured wilful scorn over it all and we spent the day in argument. Couldn't bring myself to write anything evidently. Three days of no writing was probably the longest stretch of no writing at that point. Can't remember how I felt about it. Resigned, content or self-hating?
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