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Jane Wolfe Diary Entry Saturday, 29 April 1939
Restless. "Something in the air." but not necessarily pertaining to us or me. Yesterday Lawrence [DeMoroff] flitted across my mind at intervals, as though he were under a cloud. He was here Monday night—there is no more inspiration there. I am interested in his outcome, by all means!—that he shall attain to his place in the scheme of things. Monday he said he might enlist for England.
Lawrence here for dinner. He has been frightfully depressed and 'mad at the world'. Later he told me for the first time of his past life of labor, after the war. In ship-holds, iron-welder, bilge-something . . . working with the brutalities of men uncouth, arrogant, foul-mouthed. Lucy, his wife, took him out of this. He all-but suicided when she died. His strong feminine nature, plus lack of intellectuality and aristocratic characteristics of integrity and grace, have made him the butt of intolerance, impatience and crude humour. Through it all character, with fortified and strengthened will, humility and great understanding.
Our later Work took on a new, deeper and more significant meaning. Consciously and properly unto Nu, I really believe.
Regina [Regina Kahl] must be top dog, always and invariably. Adulation is meat and drink to her and these Women's clubs made her take the bit and bolt.
Lawrence was here both Friday and Saturday and I sent him packing early in the evening. I was too nervy to listen to his prattle. The poor fellow was much hurt. possibly uneasy, too. This is another door open for him.
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