To the Bach festival last night; & coincidence led me to run at once into two people I've not met for an age, Noel, for one; then, as I settled into my seat, a voice said it was Virginia! It was Walter Lamb.  The egg-shaped man - the billiard ball man - sat by me, & told me a great deal about Bach.  Bach was very beautiful, though the human element in the choir always distracts me. They aren't beautiful; all in greens, greys, pinks, blacks, fresh from the suburbs and high tea.  The hall seemed to suit them better than the music.