April, 1927, Sunday 3

Am working at harmony for 1½ hours daily instead of piano, which I practise only on Sundays and Wednesdays. The Beethoven Variations in A flat give me great joy. Though, of course, constituting a quite different atmosphere, their strength and beauty remind me always of…

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April, 1927, Tuesday 12

On Tuesday swotted at History, Latin and English till my head ached, and till I was like Browning’s Grammarian with ‘eyes like lead, accents uncertain.’ Then sat and shivered on Wed. for Latin 9-12. Comp. was easy, but trans. at sight stiff and history fierce,…

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April, 1927, Wednesday 13

Yesterday was the last [day] I could call myself 16. So ends a happy industrious year, happy in that I was always busy, and one of the happiest, I am sure, that I shall ever have. To-day I am 17; I hate to be getting…

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April, 1927, Monday 18

Spent each morning at harmony, modulation, musical history (Scholl’s), Horace and Roman History, ‘Slighe an Eolais’ [The Paths of Knowledge], ‘Aigne an Ghaedhil’ ((The title of the book is actually Eagna an Ghaedhil, The Wisdom of the Irish, by Cormac Ó Cadhlaigh. It is a…

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April, 1927, Tuesday 19

Went Easter Monday for a glorious picnic to Oysterhaven, near Kinsale, in Father [Pat]’s car. Have taken a charming cottage there for July. It is lonely, has wonderful scenery around and we will have a boat, so I am looking forward to a retired, happy…

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April, 1927, Sunday 24

Sunday 24 ((April 24 was Fleischmann senior’s 47th birthday – maybe that was the occasion for the outing to Dunmanway.)) Had a fine week, and, what’s more important, swotted a lot. Have given up Carlyle as a bad job, and taken to Chesterton, also seems…

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