Director to the telephone. I beg your pardon. The problem is, we can’t get heat and clean air at the same time. If the stoker puts a small amount of coal in the furnace, then the air is clean, but it’s cold. If he puts more in, then the whole auditorium smells of coal…. Yes…. Yes…. Yes…. Yes…. Well, that’s exactly what I said, the engineer should come out and examine it, to see if the problem is with the coal, or with the furnace…. Yes…. Yes…. Yes…. Yes…. No…. No…. Yes…. Yes…. Good…. My regards. Puts down the telephone receiver, sits at the writing table, and rings.

Nearly two pages today, which brings my three-day total up to three pages. I’d like to get up to three or four pages a day, the pages are short enough for that to seem like a reasonable goal, but I’m beginning to be satisfied with my pace. I found one mistake in what I’d done previously; I should have translated “igazgató” as “Managing Director”, not “Artistic Director”.