Dull weather. Distribution as usual.

After market, Office. Writing up arrears. Nothing new. The newspapers are dry and dull enough. Home reading Oedipus. After which, reading and reflecting upon my subject. There are several points to be taken care of, first, that I shall not involve myself with the Church by attacking one of it’s champions; second, that I shall not expend my strength upon the defence of commonplace or hackneyed points of controversy. With these exceptions I do not see that I have any other precautions to take. Evening at home. Reading Walpole. After which I tried to make a beginning but only spoiled sheets of paper.