Have spent the Easter week-end in bed. I slept almost on end for
sixty-eight hours, mentally and physically perfectly exhausted. It was
heaven being in bed, and I didn’t attempt to read nor write, or even
think.
Today I arose, slightly rested, and lunched with Emil Fuchs. Louis
Wiley was the only other presence. I like seeing him, I always
discover which way the wind is blowing. We talked about England’s
trade agreement with Russia, and I said--rather provokingly perhaps,
“I suppose America is waiting to see if Russia really has anything
to trade with. It would be a great joke if she has, and if England
gets it all.” Mr. Wiley answered rather maliciously, “England can have
it--she needs it, and it may help her to pay us back--.”
So! That’s the undercurrent, is it?