I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good

What Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?

And Who Says You Always Have To Understand Things? You Can Like Them Without Understanding Them -- Like 'em Better Sometimes.

My Hand Is Very Tired But I Want To Go On Writing. I Keep Resting And Thinking. All Day I Have Been Two People - The Me Imprisoned In Yesterday And The Me Out Here On The Mound; And Now There Is A Third Me Trying To Get In - The Me In What Is Going To Happen Next.

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

Only The Margin Left To Write On Now. I Love You, I Love You, I Love You.