DIVERSIONS OF A DIRECTOR
For me, partly became I was made so by my father and mother, partly because I was told so by Aristotle thirty-five years ago, happiness is doing something and a holiday is doing something else.
Address on My Utopia to Cosmopolitan Club of L.S.E., October 23, 1934.1.
I N my first years as a civil servant I found myself working hard at what looked to me the most important work needing to be done; abolition of want seemed only just round the corner. But my life was by no means all work and no play. In the first month of labour exchanges I reported to my mother:
February 24, 1910.
I'm burning the candle hard at both ends this week.
Monday. Office till 7. 15. Justice in the evening.
Tuesday. Office till 12.20. Flying visit to Southampton and back just in time for 8 p.m. dinner with Mrs. Morgan Williams at the Sesame Club (when I met Mr. and Mrs. Crawshay Williams of Kishim fame).
Wednesday. Office till 7. 15. Misalliance in the evening.
Thursday. Office. Hair cut and hat ironed. Visit to opening of Apprenticeship Exhibition at Mansion House, and home to dinner for one night in the week with Father.
Tomorrow I dine with a Chamber of Shipping and on Saturday I come down in "HER.2"
I've sold my rubber shares for something between £120 and £130, having bought for £20. I wish life was always as simple as that.
B. Shaw is getting boring in his old age. I shall bring Justice down for you to read.
Forty years later I can add as postscript that the rubber share profit reported in this letter is, with one exception,3 the only money I have ever made without working for it. Those were days when new rubber-____________________