Stayed in bed only until Ten o'clock or there abouts and arose to meet a very blustery sort of day. I have started reading Fitzgerald's "Tender is the Night". It gripped me at first, or rather drew the romantic, idealistic, dreamer side of me into it. I was slightly put off by a passage in which I couldn't distinguish between fact and illussion, so I left it a while to let the subconscious sort it out.
After a starchless (almost) and light dinner, after which (probably due to my conditioning) I felt remarkably satisfied. I went through to Steve's place. He was half-naked and practising his Karate. I don't mind Karate experts, its the practisers who turn out to be more lethal!
We talked about how he is relating to society, after all his reactions to some company have tended towards the introvert. I believe he is mistakingly regarding me as the criterion for emotional stability - gods! What a fallacy! Me? I think we established a point and the reasoning was generally sound. Unlike Steve R, he is in no danger of storing up future neuroses for himself, but is in a phase where the adolescents "in searh of a soul" has been exagerated by the social hardship of having to adjust to a (radically?) new environment - one with no preoccupation with violence. Brought some new shoes!
Went for a drink with Steve R in the evening - it's rewarding to see him when alcohol temporaily removes the manacles of his own inhibitions.
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