Went to see ‘Metropolis’. Thought it wonderful. Had a fierce argument, with Mám on my side against Fr. Pat and Páp, who said it was unconnected and meaningless. We maintained that without the light and misplaced love-story which they declaimed against, the horror of endless and furious machinery, worked by mechanical and slavish men, would be unbearable. We had the best of the argument.
Had Sophia Stockley on our hands on Sunday, as Páp and [her] mother are still in Foynes [probably adjudicating at a Feis]. It would be hard to say Sophia talks more than anyone in all Venice; it is like seeking a grain of chaff in a bushel of wheat to discover her meaning; and when that is found it is not worth the finding, [paraphrased from The Merchant of Venice, I,1] yet there would be some truth in it.
