Friday A.M.
Yesterday was wasted; I did nothing at all – not even shave. From about 3:30 to 8:30 P.M. I sat in one place near the rail at the very stern of the ship. There it is about as comfortable as possible. I’d borrowed “Tartatin do Tarascon” in French from Lubatty, but didn’t read more than about 30 pages. Mostly I talked with Grenelle (not Jean) or anyone else who happened to be at the rail. We ran into and out of a little shower, which was interesting. Then came Clarence Elmer, who is laboriously learning the language of the land. He is wearing out a piece of paper with a lot of good French printed on it. At about 8:30 he asked me if all feminine words were plural, so I went to bed.
Today is clear and calm again; a bit cooler. Not feeling so very energetic but probably will later.
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