27 May
27 May
27 May 1920
2 Portland Villas, Hampstead - London
The little heads were like pink fondants in a gilt lined chocolate box.
Its something I know. I must have heard it. Her head was wound with old purple grapes.
The introductory music raking the hard soil of ones heart & preparing it for fairy seed. The voices of the singers were like celestial gargling.
Scene I. Housekeeper in the worst tradition. The Australian soldier - rattles on the stairs. His whole manner- & the loud voices. They should have been all vague & remote. The light should have been dim. (He's very complicated Barrie but charming oh so charming!) Modern - quite modern. The same author married 16, married twice. Boy about 8 V G handsome - awfully sweet beautiful woman. Robert Loraine - splendid - terrible Fantasy - delightful. I like New York better its more noisy London so quiet I like plenty of Life.
Act I Scene 1. The clergyman is a little fantastic - the other man overacts. We'll be good won't we.
Fantastic.
The scene on the island is terrific. It is a terrible idea.
And as soon as it was over the tea the maid of the mountains - quick quick quick - & the heads The old heads & the young heads. ‘How he ever thought of it is beyond me.' [KM Notebooks, undated]