22nd Jan 1932

St Jago
This day has passed (and it is a subject for wonder) very much like any other Sunday out of the Magic line of the Tropics. In the evening I strolled about Quail Island and caught myself thinking of England and its politicks, it is my belief that the word reform has not passed the lips of any man on board since we saw Madeira. So absorbing is the interest of a new country.

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