February 23, 1821.
Almost ditto with yesterday — rode, &c. — visited — wrote nothing — read Roman History.
Had a curious letter from a fellow, who informs me that the Barbarians are ill-disposed towards me. He is probably a spy, or an impostor. But be it so, even as he says. They cannot bestow their hostility on one who loathes and execrates them more than I do, or who will oppose their views with more zeal, when the opportunity offers.
Life of Lord Byron, With His Letters And Journals, Vol. 5 (Moore edition)
The Works of Lord Byron (Prothero edition)