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November 11

She observed me carefully⁠—I’m looking a perfect wreck⁠—tu l’as voulu, George Dandin⁠—but it’s mainly ill-health and not on her account.

I said⁠—

“Some things are too funny to laugh at.”

“Is that why you are so solemn?”

“No,” I answered, “I’m not solemn, I am laughing⁠—some things are too solemn to be serious about.”

She saw me off at the door and smiled quietly⁠—an amused faraway smile of feline satisfaction.⁠ ⁠…