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I have nothing now but my pained self again, having violently rushed at things and torn them to bits. It’s all my fault from the very beginning. But I stand for something. I would dash my head against a wall rather than deny it. I make people hate me by knowing them and dashing my head against the wall of their behaviour. I should never make a good chess-player. Is God a chess-player? I shan’t leave until I have proved that no one can put me in a false position. There is something that is untouched by positions....
I did not know what I had.... Friendship is fine fine porcelain. I have sent a crack right through it....
Mrs. Bailey ... numbers of people I never think of would like to have me always there....
The sky fitting down on the irregular brown vista bore an untouched life.... There were always mornings; at work. I am free to work zealously and generously with and for him.
At least I have broken up his confounded complacency.
He will be embarrassed. I shan’t.