Dreamed of an upcoming movie about Virginia Woolf meeting a World War I soldier called Homer who kept the British establishment supplied with morphine; a character played by Arnold Schwarzenegger saying "I had a good prom, loved all the people there, but I wanted to burn that school to the ground!"
Dinner was roast beef.
Went to Siuseppe's masterclass at the Bickford Centre. (Someone sang a song from Les Miserables--P.U.!) I've never sung Schumann's "Widmung" at so fast a tempo before. I also sang "Le Veau d'Or" from Gounod's Faust, which impressed the others. It was thrilling to notice my voice echoing in the auditorium.
Finished the biography Merchant of Dreams. Louis B. Mayer is still something of a mystery to me.

