Sometimes you know things, fine brave world.
You must know likewise that though I do ordinary things, when I do them they cease to be ordinary. I make fudge—and a sweet girl makes fudge, but there are ways and ways of doing things. This entire affair of the fudge is one of my uniquest points.
No sweet girl makes fudge and eats it, as I make fudge and eat it.
So it is.
But, oh—who is to understand all this? Who will understand any of this Portrayal? My unhappy soul has delved in shadows far, far beyond and below.
[March 23.]
MY PHILOSOPHY, I find after very little analysis, approaches precariously near to sensualism.
It is wonderful how many sides there can be to just one character.