I can’t work; I feel like an
empty cylinder, the engine gone.
I lie down a moment, get hold
of something, rise and work till 5:25
No place to work. Painters in
empty rooms & typing room packed to the gunwales.
P.M.
8:30-50
Asana
8:50-9:10
Dharana
Getting humming centre into
line at times. In beginning linked up properly, as
there seemed certain ease & strength, coupled with
dignity & power. Ended blank.