Friday Ap 2 1937

A bad day. Did no work of any sort: to Lugano to get my pension witnessed by the Consul. The rest was discussion of the hopelessness of carrying on any decent writing or publishing business in face of the dark age opposition to anything good.
Laura has been having bad dreams: her bedroom has evidently had a lot to do with death at one time or another.
Mola's attack on Bilbao begins.