TranscriptNo change. I drove into Covington for hamburgers all round. Weather continues beautiful – a sort of mockery of dying.
Boxed up, for taking home, the New York Edition of Henry James which Bunt told me Walker had said I was to have when he died: the result of an old pact we made that he was to get my Limited Editions Shakespeare or I his James, depending on which of us was the first to go. Gwyn considered this indelicately precipitous, but didnt – & neither would Walker. Besides, it gave me time to fill up the empty shelf with favorite books of his from his work room, including several I gave him over the years. |