The Basis Of Tragedy Is Man's Helplessness

Rage Swept Over Her At Being Young, Young And Little, As If Some Evil Fairy Had Put That Spell On Her. Why Must You Be Locked Up In This Dreadful Cage Of Childhood For Twenty Or A Hundred Years? Nothing In Life Was Possible Unless You Were Old And Rich, Until Then You Were Only Small And Futile Before Your Tormentors, Desperately Waiting For The Release That Only Years Could Bring.

A Novel Is Like A Gland Pill - It Nips Off The Cream Of My Hysterics And Gets Them Running On Track In A Book Where They Belong Instead Of Rioting All Over My Person.

I Want So Much For My Lover. At Night When Our Beds Are Drawn Close Together I Waken And See His Dear Yellow Head On The Pillow - Sometimes His Arm Thrown Over On My Bed - And I Kiss His Hand, Very Softly So That It Will Not Waken Him.

Joe And Jojo And I Had Lovely Day Together. I Love Joe So Much - More And More.

I Think We Will Have A Boy Baby And He Will Be Born On The 20th Of August. Everyone Else Has A Girl Baby And At Times I Don't Believe I Should Mind Having A Little Phyllis Dawn But Dearest Wants A Boy And I Do.