22 September, 1910

Have got everyone shifting coal below decks. It's in bricks, so it's easier to pick up and toss about. But as you use it up, you have to re-distribute it about the ship so that you don't lean to one side. Also, we have to clear space to make room for the coal we take on in New Zealand, which has to be loaded through the main hatch. Dirty work, but no-one seems to be complaining. 

No-one seems particularly impressed by my reading material. Perhaps Plutarch is too obvious a choice. I will read George Meredith's The Egoist instead. That will give them something to think about.