I Shouldn't Think Even Millionaires

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

I Should Rather Like To Tear These Last Pages Out Of The Book. Shall I? No-a Journal Ought Not To Cheat.

Was I The Only Woman In The World Who, At My Age - And After A Lifetime Of Quite Rampant Independence - Still Did Not Quite Feel Grown Up?

I Was Wandering Around As Usual, In My Unpleasantly Populated Sub-conscious.

Still, Looking Through The Old Volumes Was Soothing, Because Thinking Of The Past Made The Present Seem A Little Less Real.