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Diary, 1915, Monday, November 14th.
'I generally begin work on Monday morning, against the grain! Have to force myself to start; but usually by breakfast-time I am fully interested, and begin to enjoy it. But my sort of work is such that it is mere selfish pleasure! With so much in hand, I have but to choose the part of the world I want to visit — in spirit — and take up an unfinished drawing of the place, and I am thereunto transported! I have to-day gone back to the memory of the Venetian lagoons, as seen many years back, but still vividly present with me: and to-day in the paper is an account of Austrian aeroplanes dropping bombs on the Market Place at Verona! That wonderful medley of umbrellas, with the fruit-sellers and market-women, the splendid white oxen, which come in from the country with farm produce; and over all the huge great Clock Tower, surely the most wonderful market-place the world has! — to drop bombs on it!'