Gorgeous smell of damp earth through open window as sun rising behind the chapel. Up very early after very early night; senses sharpened by long sleep and hunger after skipping supper, and hall no longer serving breakfast. Eating more regularly this term has robbed me of my ability to go for twenty-four hours without noticing. Started Hemingway this morning; writes a lot about suicide, which occupied me in various ways last night, but am more clear-minded today to think about touching and fascinating account of Spanish war.