Read Peter Quennell‘s “Caroline of England,” mostly out of the Harvey Memoirs, but intelligent and well written. It would be an amusing idea to write a skit on an English professor waking up in, say, Pepys’ time and trying to get hold of the language and customs. You’d have to know your stuff, but it would make good if somewhat obvious slapstick.
1950: A harrowing bus trip to New York City, plagued by hay fever all the way.
… A tickly throat is a new misery to contend with, and one that give me a bad case of stage fright I wouldn’t otherwise have. I wish I didn’t associate New York so persistently with hay fever.
Note that this is Frye’s last diary entry for 1950. Bob Denham’s endnote in CW volume 8, page 743, reads: “Among NF’s extant diaries none records his activities for an entire year. NF might have continued to write in this diary had he not, following the English Institute meeting, 8-11 September at Columbia University, broken his right arm in an automobile accident. The Fryes and Philip Wheelwright, the driver of the car, were on their way from New York to Princeton to see a production of Eliot’s Family Reunion when the accident, which hospitalized NF for a week, occurred. See Ayre, 226.”