To-day again the exams. upset all classes. I feel really horrible because I am doing no work, and am sure I would do twice as much at home if I didn’t go to school at all. – After reading the life of St. Aloysius last night, which Connie Deacy gave me, I really began to think whether I should not become a priest after all. But I seem to have no vocation, and the serious thought never entered my head before. I always imagined and built on a musical or a ‘philosophical’ future. But at all events I am going to become more religious than I was before. – Grace O’Brien came for tea with the Stockleys to-day. She is one of those patriotic Irishmen [sic] who live abroad, but is a first-class pianist and a great friend of Mám’s in the old days in Munich. I saw her last in Ardmore 5 years ago. She appears to me rather cool and calculating. – New sensations in the papers seem to be abnormal heights. Read of men 9 foot 3 inches and 2 foot 3 inches. – Mehmet VI, heir apparent to Turkish throne, has just died. I suppose there are royalists in Turkey as in all the republics. – The franc has absolutely crashed, and a new cabinet is being sought for. – Read that the old order of the Knights of St. Patrick are being let die out. A shame!
