Diary entry for January 1, 1898
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Saturday 1 January 1898
I write this morning what would more fitly have been written last night. But my diary has ever been scornful of stated rules! Here then comes the “finis” What a volume might not be written round that word – & it is even hard to resist the few sentences that naturally cling to it. But I will be stern. Here is volume of fairly acute life (the first really lived year of my life) ended locked & put away. And another & another & another yet to come. Oh dear they are very long, & I seem cowardly throughout when I look at them. Still, courage & plod on – They must bring something worth the having – & … they shall. Nessa preaches that our destinies lie in ourselves, & the sermon ought to be taken home by us. Here is life given us each alike, & we must do our best with it: your hand in the sword hilt – & an unuttered fervent vow!
The End of 1897.
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