I am reading Euripides.
August 8th.
Oh how will I find words for my delight when I have got a little money and can escape from dirt and horror. To-night two vile men have been quarreling in the room underneath, and I have been drinking in all their brutal ugliness. Bah!—
To live in a place where there are not horrible women in wrappers, reeling, foul-smelling men, snuffling children with beer-cans!
This is more of my “economy”!
To-night I sat upon the edge of the bed and whispered, “To be free! I shall be free!”—until I was trembling in every nerve.
My beautiful poem! My beautiful poem will set me free!