July 29, 1937
Dear Diary,
Lionel and I are starting to become really good friends. He called me Bertie from the first day we met, but I called him Mr. Logue. Now I feel comfortable with calling him Lionel. Our sessions are still continuing. During the previous therapy, he made me recite Shakespeare. At first, I felt angry and thought that this was stupid, because how a man who cannot tell a single sentence without hesitating recite Shakespeare fluently? I was right. We made a bet that if I could recite the writing fluently, he was going to ask me other questions. I told him that wasn’t going to happen. I was right. I couldn’t recite Shakespeare fluently. Then he gave me some headphones and told me to keep reading while he was going to record my voice. I did what he told me, but left his place after reading a paragraph. I thought this was worthless, but at that night, when I played the record that Lionel had given me, I understood that I was actually wrong. Lionel had won the bet. In the record, I sounded fluent and recited the paragraph without hesitating.