Extreme Happiness Invites Religion Almost

Wakings Are The Worst Times--almost Before My Eyes Are Open A Great Weight Seems To Roll On My Heart.

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

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.

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.

Am I Really Admitting That My Sister Is Determined To Marry A Man She Has Only Seen Once And Doesn't Much Like The Look Of? It Is Half Real And Half Pretense - And I Have An Idea That It Is A Game Most Girls Play When They Meet An Eligible Young Men. They Just...wonder.