On hearing from me that I was going to [be] vaccinated, the boys in school told me terrible stories about the torture and agony I should have to undergo from the doctor’s knife. Accordingly it was with great misgivings that I got off early at school and presented myself to the doctor. The instrument of injecting looked pretty bad, and I am sure the doctor was amazed at the expression in my face, but there was no pain at all, for it is only a trivial performance. The boys fooled me nicely! I will have to go every Monday for six weeks now to be injected with vaccine, because I have a perpetual cold. This evening I went to a concert in the Protestant Cathedral with Pappy. ((The concert was given by the St. Fin Barre´s Cathedral Oratorio Society, founded in 1923 by J.T. Horne, the cathedral organist.)) Programme consisted of Dvorak’s ‘Stabat Mater’ and Parry’s ‘Jerusalem’. Neither of the works appealed to me much, and the choir seemed a bit unbalanced. Still, it was something one does not often hear in Cork. I am really not prejudiced in this criticism.
