Still sick in quarters. Stayed in bed the whole day reading a 1941 issue of the American magazine which I enjoyed immensely.
The tense situation existing between our dormitory superintendent and us is one week old now, since that “crisis” caused by the Sawada party. We do not talk to him, except when necessary and only in monosyllables, and we are very coldly indifferent to him. He seems to be feeling it, and we think it is a very effective means of “reforming” guys like him.