...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.
The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.
I wanted so terribly to be good to him.
I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.
Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.
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.