Day 894

Still felt a bit paranoid, but not so depressed. Remembered the thing in the Life of Johnson: the court physician said, if a man says he sees a ruffian attacking him with a sword, and tries to point him out to me, I pronounce him to be mad; but if he says he thinks he sees a ruffian, and yet knows that he does not, I pronounce him to have a disordered imagination. Certainly I've always had a powerful imagination, I suppose with so little reality to work against it's racing away in overdrive.

Finished Herodotus, all 600+ pages of it. (The Greeks win).

Realised there will be a Tube strike on the 30th so I can't go to T's: tried to ring to put off to Oct. 13th, but no-one there (she was supposed to ring me yesterday).