What do we do now, now that we are happy?
My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.
Sloth is all passions the most powerful.
The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.