To-day Páp was much worse. I attended him all day, and also went all over the city on messages for Mám’s concert. In the morning, in a search for a way to transport some chairs to the hall, I went through the slums of northern Cork, where I had never been before. It is extraordinary what squalor and misery those poor people endure in their tiny hovels, yet they seem quite cheerful. Of course, being born to it, it is their standard of living. – The doctor came again, but Páp is still pretty bad. Stayed up till 11. Poor Mám must be dead with such an ordeal before her.
