This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.
Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.
She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.
Rather, I think one should write, as nearly as possible, as if he were the first person on earth and was humbly and sincerly putting on paper that which he saw and experienced and loved and lost; what his passing thoughts were and his sorrows and desires.