And one should be untrammeled, both in Art and
Life, shouldn't one?
Often I ask myself, at the close of day: "Have I been untrammeled today? Or have I FAILED?
If I could put my real Ego — and how wonderful the Ego is, isn't it? — into vers libre, even Papa might understand me.
I have always yearned to be understood!
I have drawn back from matrimony again and again because I thought: "Will he understand me? Will he see my real Ego? Or will he not?"
Only the other evening I was talking to the loveliest man, who has been misunderstood by his wife. It is FRIGHTFUL!
He is a sculptor. A cubist sculptor. But he looks quite respectable — really, some very good people receive him.
And he has the most wonderful eyes — sympathetic, you know, and psychic — but oh! so pure, too!
He dotes on purity. He told me that.
His wife does not understand him. She does not see his real Ego.