Certainly brain work is more tiring than spade work. But I'll guarantee that the man who does eight hours' brain work is not _much_ more tired than the man who does eight hours' spade work.
The only difference is that open-air work means better health, and consequently more power to work long hours.
But I really do believe that, for example, a nurse's day's work (either for wounded or babies) is _just_ as hard as a bricklayer's day, or a bank clerk's day, or an engine driver's day. And I believe that the various degrees of skill, necessary for doing any job really well, are not very different on the whole. Different, yes, but not very different. A General's job is difficult, but not _much_ more difficult than a nurse's job.
And so I believe all jobs ought to be paid on a rather more equal footing. Not on an equal footing, but a _rather more equal_ footing than now.
Cathedrals, the earth, the sky, and all that in them is--those are the things that rest and soothe one out here. Thank God for cathedrals! How splendid of Litlin, to be getting Bunny taught reels. I do trust she will give lots of attention to it.
After seeing a certain amount of human misery and so forth, I believe more than ever that the whole aim of the world is in the direction of Joy. And as dancing is one of the most primitive expressions of joy, give me dancing, says I.
This is all said in the middle of dictation of orders, and so I expect it's ungrammatical, but you know what I mean.
What do you think? I lunched to-day with George. We lunched in a most superb officers' club, formerly the house of some Count or other: all white and gold, and chandeliers and mirrors--a dream.
Our move has been postponed twice now, and we don't go till Monday.
But meanwhile I heard from Mark to-day. He is A.D.C. to the G.O.C., and apparently caught sight of Roger and me the other day, while flashing past in the G.O.C.'s car. So we are going to have a great meeting. It will be immense fun. Mark, Dennis and I were all tremendous friends--just the same type.
Swallow is much better, and Jezebel says that, if she had known Swallow would bleed so much, she would have kicked him in a different place, where he wouldn't have bled so profusely. This, for Jezebel, is extremely gracious.