Just back from function, it was nice to see people. Lester gave a nice speech, his listing of students of his who had died brought on a spell of extreme melancholy, not least because I felt in all justice I should be among them. Like the man says, some of us are condemned to live posthumously.

The new sadnesses inhabiting me, I don't really have space for them, sorry they're splashing all over you, I know what a pain it is to wash out ectoplasm.