I think I fell in love with London all over again this time. Not Oxford - I'm not sure I ever did fall out of love with it - went to visit my sister on Sunday and got there a little earlier and walked up New College Lane in the cool morning light assailed by memory - but I had forgotten how much I owe England.
...I knew that, if I fell out of this love or if it fell away from under me, the vistas which it had opened would still be there and the wind which had come up would not die down.
More later. London was my interregnum. Guess it's time to work now?