Perhaps What You Call Conventionality, I Call

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.

I Believe It Is Customary To Get One's Washing Over First In Baths And Bask Afterwards; Personally, I Bask First. I Have Discovered That The First Few Minutes Are The Best And Not To Be Wasted-- My Brain Always Seethes With Ideas And Life Suddenly Looks Much Better Than Did.

Noble Deeds And Hot Baths Are The Best Cures For Depression.

Sometimes [the Expression] Old Age Has A Kind Of Harrowing Beauty. But Elderly - Ugh!

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