'though you may think you have said all...'

'the afternoon had been stormy but it cleared towards sunset.' - kilvert's diary, 14th march 1871. 

horsemouth should probably return to his diary cormorant ways - it strikes him now that he hasn't done it for a while - there was the kafka, the thoreau, the kilvert, edmond de goncourt, and indeed there were his own past exploits (well some of them anyway).  

with the edmond de goncourt of 1871 the paris commune is kicking off. across the channel on the 14th kilvert is having a near mystical experience contemplating the mountains. on the 20th (being a reactionary) he will remark on the uprising in paris.

'miserable news from paris. another revolution, barricades, the troops of the line fraternizing with the insurgent national guards, two generals shot, two more in the hands and tender mercies of the beastly cowardly paris mob. those parisians are the scum of the earth, and paris is the crater of the volcano, france, and a bottomless pit of revolution and anarchy...' 

march 24th 1857 thoreau is giving writing advice again and noting peculiarities of memory. it is a theme he will return to over the next few days. 

'if you are describing any occurrence, or a man, make two or more distinct reports at different times. though you may think you have said all, you will tomorrow remember a whole new class of facts which perhaps interested most of all at the time but did not present themselves to be reported.' 

horsemouth seems to have transferred all the dated quotes from fernando pessoa's book of disquiet to his diary so he can use them as he is going along. 

meanwhile how are things with horsemouth?

yesterday a pheasant hiding by the far fence. 

and a walk into ewyas harold, about 1 mile each way but up hill and down dale, to post a letter. after that some sitting out in the sun and reading. he's making progress with the sir arthur conan doyle horror stories one of which (the horror of the heights) seems to be more a science fiction/ weird tales sort of thing. he's about half way through (he still has lot no.249 to come). 

he has announced his (eventual) departure from the communal endeavour (he's a bit sad about it). not that he actually has to do it yet you understand. he's restless his mother says. 

he has been out, fed the chickens, and taken the milk over to the garage. 

14 years ago he was moving down to langdon park (pop(u)lar).