November 26, 1917
We went to Kew & saw a blazing bush, as red as cherry
blossom, but more intense – frostily red – also gulls rising and falling for
pieces of met, their crowd waved aside suddeny by three very elegant light grey
cranes. We also went into the orchid
house where these sinister reptiles live in a tropical heat, so that they come
out in all their spotted & streaked flesh even now in the cold. They always make me anxious to bring them
into a novel.
(D1 82)
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