November 2.—I spent the evening quietly with Carrie, of whose
company I never tire. We had a most pleasant chat about the letters
on “Is Marriage a Failure?” It has been no failure
in our case. In talking over our own happy experiences, we never
noticed that it was past midnight. We were startled by hearing
the door slam violently. Lupin had come in. He made no attempt
to turn down the gas in the passage, or even to look into the room where
we were, but went straight up to bed, making a terrible noise.
I asked him to come down for a moment, and he begged to be excused,
as he was “dead beat,” an observation that was scarcely
consistent with the fact that, for a quarter of an hour afterwards,
he was positively dancing in his room, and shouting out, “See
me dance the polka!” or some such nonsense.
The Diary of a Nobody
is the fictitious diary of Charles Pooter, written by George
Grossmith and originally serialised in Punch magazine in 1888 and 1889.
The text of this version is taken from
the Gutenberg etext
, and the weblog
format was engineered by Kevan Davis
(initially a straight
weblog in 2004, then rewritten as an auto RSS generator in April 2007).