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.