June 5th.
Deep in my soul I was convinced that the room would be let to something worse. But now it appears that the landlady's sister is to occupy it.
—So now I will get to work!
—Moving is noisy; I can't complain. I have been walking about the streets. I am hungry for the work; but still, I had much to think of. It is a wonderful thing—a glorious thing, this story—it will make men's hearts leap.
June 6th.
I have plenty of time to write journals, if I feel like it. There is the sister, and there is the landlady, and there is another woman, and they have been jabbering about dresses all of the morning. I have been like a crazy man—I was all on fire this morning, too! O God, it is too cruel!
I could dress those three hags with broomsticks.