compiled list all of simon’s diary entries in the show + i got bored and deciphered the entry that isn’t really that visible in the show, so im posting the others here for safekeeping !!!!!!!!
december 18th
we’ve decided to call the large oak in pilgrim court the tree of destiny. jack has a plan to remap the whole of the grounds. the next week is to be genesis, our genesis. and we will rename and rebirth everything inside the grounds as if it is newly hatched. he had us both stand on the hill behind the cathederal and shout, “let there be light!” he looked tremendous. his yellow hair shining like the sun itself. he said, “we are as gods, because if we are not gods, then how else will the world be made.”
december 26th
jack remained ill. im reading him huckleberry finn. there was a part where i started doing funny voices. and jack really laughed, so i kept at it. they’ve said to keep him cool, but then he complains about feeling cold, so i put the blankets on him. i’d rather he be comfortable. i have taken to leaving my curtains drawn. so that if he needs me, i can be there for him. he does not need much, just a comforting word if he is frightened. last night he accidentally called me “mother” and we both laughed like drains. i lay with him untill he slept.
january 4th
lent term begins tomorrow, so slowly, children will return to where they should be. jack was kind at breakfast, but by lunchtime he was readying himself for the arrival of the others. i asked him to meet me at the tree of destiny, and he said he did not know which tree i talked of. i tried to show little response. maurice was the first of his platoon to appear. he had cake from his cook which the two shared whilst talking loudly of the adventures of maurice’s christmas. i sat close enough to listen. and then returned to the dorm alone.
tuesday 23rd august
i played in the grounds all day, staying out of father’s sight. i am sure that he would prefer i stayed at picton on my own and never came home at all. he had an awful temper yesterday. it’s worse at night, after the scotch. he says i am nothing but a silly little boy, and that i must try harder to fit in with the other young men at school.
wednesday 24th august
i am going to miss mother when i go to picton next (term ???) i know that bad things happen between her and father when i am away. i get a strange feeling when it happens. i think i would be quite happy to stay here with her, and forget about the boys and the choristers who find me batty for my faint. one thing i would be very sad to leave behind is singing in chapel. mother and i could make a new choir, but there would only be the two of us, which wouldn’t be much of a choir. besides, he hates singing in the house, which is why i go out of my way to the gatehouse.
^^ not sure if this last one is entirely right because i guessed the word choristers + strange i paused the scene at 10 different times so i could see all the angles and its really blurry unfortunately
dec 1954 -> jan 1955 -> august 1955
only year that aligns with tuesday the 23rd of august in the 50s is 1955
