July 28th.
Whenever I feel weary I run off into a corner and whisper into my ear, “It is done! Be not afraid!” Instantly my heart goes up like swift music.
July 31st.
Twelve days since I left The Captive; they said it would take three weeks.
Something strange flashed over me to-day, something that sent a shudder through me; I have done a strange thing to myself this summer, not in metaphor, but in fact. I have seen a ghost; I have drunk a potion; I have gazed upon a nymph; I have made myself mad!
I am no longer a man among men—I am “the reed that grows never more again”!