16.5 Charlotte Rampling

Again another day of work. Read a few hours of Chateaubriand. “Atala” was quite moving at parts. What is clichéd and hackneyed to us, was probably fresh and original when he wrote it – all this about “les pleurs fondouient leurs roues” gets a bit of a drag at times. “World at War” wasn’t too bad, although it looks like the recovery from last week’s dull helping and the lull before next week’s storm - the death camps. I have to admit that my stomach can’t take that sort of thing. It needs only one dead body to make sweat appear on my forehead. This is usually followed by a sleepless night, my half-awake state being

pubs, rough:; The Old Globe Inn-Steve R. missing?

haunted by the most terrifying pictures. Horribly charred cinders will somehow manage a grisly smile or a dead body appear from nowhere. Oh well, one of the penalties we people of rich imagination have to pay!

Went to see “The Night Porter” (Dirk Bogarde, Charlotte Rampling” – boy did she do a lot of rampling! Some scenes were very explicit; even on the subject of homosexuality. Not a bad film, though very slow at times. Uncomfortable seats didn’t help either.