Thursday, March 8, 1945

(pages for January 25-March 7 have been removed)
Another long day, and the question of how long you can live on memories and future visions without becoming a nuisance to your associates. I am lost - I should be in London. No one to talk to here except Jack Strong - I have coffee with him in Ward 22 nights. He likes me because I am "in the Screwball Division".