eds to be done, I find I am sleeping too little, and despite my reserves of energy, inguisoms of sleep deprivation. I irritate myself by putting tting  nigells me t t I must urned tion at all of ts on tant tiredness are tor on our project.

    is not ed to e about. I meant to e about our  our findings,  ttern of our minds, tand eacant understanding permits us almost to do  ing tterns of our separate subjects, for instance,  to dratention to somet need to speak, for I can feel o me, and I raise my e ready for o point out  is.

    Skeptics mig me of magnifying a co a ual occurrence by imagination, but I o see t oget project— telligent people, I mean to say—a bond of communication develops bet can enly engaged on a task, tely sensitive to, eaciniest movements, and can interpret t seeing tesimal movements. And it is no distraction from trary, it en, for our speed of understanding is quickened. Let me add one simple example, small in itself but standing in for countless otent upon some notes, trying to see a pattern of betings on Adeline. Reaco make an annotation in t tors  into it. I looked up to t e unconscious of ion, alicipating ts. And ails relating to t, or else observations about ts of life and science, and even ted  undertaking.

    But I am sleepy, and te at lengt is really time to go to bed.

    I  ten for nearly a  offer my usual excuses. My diary disappeared.

    I spoke to Emmeline about it—kindly, severely, e and ts of punis (and yes, my met frankly, l