My first beer of the day here in the empty Hotel Max lounge. 1238. An unusually late start for me when in Brussels

My first beer of the day here in the empty Hotel Max lounge. 1238. An unusually late start for me when in Brussels. I had a good sleep last night—hardly surprising after going around 40 (FORTY) hours without sleep before that. So, I saw —- in Fifth Avenue, and felt nothing for her; I saw ——– in Empire, and felt nothing for her. It was a shock, and a disappointment, but I dare say my excessive tiredness and still feeling benumbed by the hideously elongated journey to get here were partly responsible for that.

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