It all vanished. I still sat by my window in the gloom. “It is dreary,” I said.
But yes. The world contains a great many hours.
[April 4.]
I HAVE asked for bread, sometimes, and I have been given a stone.
Oh, it is a bitter thing—oh, it is piteous, piteous!
I find that I am not far apart from human beings. I can still be crushed, wounded, stunned, by the attitude of human beings.
To-day I looked for human-kindness, and I was given coldness. I repelled human beings.
I asked for bread and I was given a stone.
Oh, it is bitter—bitter.