I Have Really Sinned. I

Topaz Was Wonderfully Patient - But Sometimes I Wonder If It Is Not Only Patience, But Also A Faint Resemblance To Cows.

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.

How Can A Young Man Like To Wear A Beard?

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.